[N-Shots][Prometheus] The Rise of Prometheus (Part 1 of 3)

    Man, contrary to what most humans think, still share at least one primal fear with the lower animals even in this day and age of computers, materialism and the sense of absolute control over the world - the fear of fire. Over history, Man has found ways to control this source of fear and use it to do their own bidding; using it as an efficient tool for shaping the world while holding it as far away as they can, Man is painfully aware of fire’s at-best-unpredictable nature. From campfires that drove away nocturnal hunters hungry for human flesh during the the Stone Age, to the iron cannons that lobbed steel and flame over long distances during the Renaissance to the atomic bombs that leveled Hiroshima and Nagasaki, fire in its many forms forged the world in the vision of its still-wary wielder while everyone else cowered in fear. And that fear was what he was banking on.

   Making and acquiring the explosives were ridiculously easy. A not-so-casual and directed internet search turned up a wealth of information on how to make explosives out of common materials and a college chemistry kit, even suppliers of plastique. Remote detonators can be made with common electronic goods. For the small guns, a trip to the seedy part of downtown was necessary, approaching gang members and discreetly inquiring about the availability of certain weapons. For the rifle, all he had to do was look in hunting, military surplus, hobby and antique stores for a used yet serviceable M1 Garand or M14; people don’t realize that the guns of yesteryear are actually more brutal compared to the relatively modern weapons because of the ammunition they use. A compatible scope and adjustable cheek piece can be found in hunting goods stores. Ammunition can be had from hobby shops. Being a social chameleon with a glib tongue and a quick mind helps. An avid outdoorsman one minute, a serious military otaku the next, a somewhat seedy person after that - all the sellers saw was their typical customer, nothing more and forgotten the minute he gets out of their sight. Having a wide expanse of vacant land nearby where you can practice marksmanship and test explosives is essential - no nosy neighbors to inquire what the fuck blew up or if that sharp sound was a gunshot.

    Smuggling in the firepower was a different thing altogether. The plastique, owing to their inherent stable nature, was first smuggled in and carefully hidden in their positions with their detonators piece by piece over a period of three months. He took home the numerous fire extinguishers placed along the school corridors one by one and replaced their contents with explosives rigged with redundant remote detonators. The homemade bombs were smuggled in and hidden during the nights of the week before they were needed to lessen the chance of failure. The guns he placed in the hard case of an electric 88-key piano filled with packing foam, lugging it to the top of the school’s tall clock tower where he decided to stand his ground the night before he planned to bring fire down the world. 

    And brought down fire to this world he did.