As Hector strode into the fresh air, he noticed Mario hurrying away. The poor man had more than enough excitement for one night, and had evidently decided that whatever business he had with Bastian could wait. 

The streets were abuzz with spectators and emergency service workers. A small number of particularly foolhardy news crews reported from outside the boundaries of a police cordon hastily constructed just outside the building. It was practically a miracle that Hector and his cohorts had escaped without attracting any attention. 

[color=lightgreen]"Boss, I don't think we'll need the investigation,"[/color] Hector whispered to Bastian. [color=lightgreen]"only one gang fucked enough to bomb some place just to get at us. You want I should get the guys together, hit 'em back tonight? They probably 'specting us to get all scared, go into hiding, you know what I mean? We got a chance to catch 'em right now, you just gotta say the word!"[/color]