Victor grinned at her, "Well okay a coat. And you want fur." He looked about, trying to figure out if there would be something decent then hrmed, "I haven't been to Belgium enough I don't know of any good places nearby." A passerby waved and called as he walked by, "There's a coat store a block over monsieur and madame, very good prices, and top notch service." The young man smiled, "Not sure if they would fit you though, but you can try." Victor hrmed, "Well what do you know, sometimes the Creator does look out for us." He took Natalie's hand in his own, a show of affection that was not lost on some of the people on the street. How could you miss it when two giants were talking hand in hand. And no one missed it when Victor spun Natalie in for a kiss right in front of the store.

[i]45 minutes later, 1 hour 15 minutes until the attack[/i]

The fur coat was incredible, and had cost a pretty penny, a perfect gift for Natalie, and Victor had bought it outright right out of pocket, having almost slammed his Black Card on the counter to pay for it. He had then asked for it to be delivered to their hotel. He didn't want Natalie's first gift to be ruined.

The time to show up at the event area though was approaching. He smiled at her, "Ready to give the world a look at their two demi-gods. There are only a few things that could ruin today, and I doubt any of them could occur." He gave her a squeeze, and a playful swat on her rear, "Come on hun, let's head across the park. I need to change into my gear anyway. And there has to be the usual smoozing with the press before everything starts."

[i]45 minutes later, 30 minutes before the attack[/i]

They had to split up unfortunately, as soon as he had come out of the changing tent, some of the competitors had swarmed him, he had given Natalie a kiss on the cheek and a hug, then allowed himself to be dragged off. Interviews with the press ensued, questions being asked off all of the competitors. Who had the best chance of winning? Would Victor be dethroned this year? How were the other competitors feeling about their chances? There were many answers given. The competitors were like a sea around Victor, he stood head and shoulders above almost all of them. He had his arms crossed, a hint of his warpaint on his face for some length of a measure to make him look more intimidating.

Few noticed as small groups of people arrived on the grounds, carrying duffel bags and bulky backpacks. The spectacle of the games and the competitors kept many rapt and somewhat blind. Below their feet across the city timers ticked, explosive primers beginning to engage. No one was fully aware of what was happening.

On the second floor of a building under partial renovation across the street from the event area a man settled into position, a SKS DMR propped up on some sandbags, a low gain scope slotted atop it. The sniper knew her target, the tallest male among the lot of them. The idea was if they could take out the greatest among them, the rest would be quelled and easy targets for the rest on the ground. She also had her signal, when the bombs in the metro stations went off she'd take her shot. A single bullet to the chest, that's all would be needed to take down the monster. Even if he was a beast of a man, a bullet dropped every beast.