She’d long since had enough. Grabbing her rocket launcher, she climbed the stairs onto the roof of the building. She could see so much of London from up here. A truly wonderful sight to behold. Pity it would shortly be turned to rubble.

Carefully, precisely, she took aim and fired a missile into the Eye of London, hitting the support beams and sending the thing crashing into the Thames with an almighty thunk of metal upon water. As she reloaded, she became very aware of the police sirens approaching her position.

Her next target was Westminster Bridge. She hit the dead-center with one, two, three rockets. The bridge collapsed into the river, taking with it more than a few cars, lorries, vans, and a handful of Police cars. It was then she became very aware of the presence of a Police helicopter.

“STAND DOWN !” came the voice of the Policeman in the ‘copter as he spoke into the megaphone. She responded by blowing them out of the sky.

In the years to come, the world would remember it as the day London died.