[center][h1][b][color=AFFF33]Abel[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[color=AFFF33]"Whew."[/color] William let out a breath full of relief as he rubbed the sweat from his forehead. Currently, he was in some no-name, remote building in Brookside where nobody should randomly enter. Since there's no one around, he can indulge himself in some activities that are most likely illegal.

Like making bombs. Pipe bomb to be specific. With store-bought chlorine mixtures, steel pipes, and industrial grade tape, he successfully created one of them. He still wants to make more for insurance. He went over his phone that had instructions contained on its notepad. Searching stuff up like that might get him tracked down, so he used an anonymous computer on a library and summarized the important parts on his phone.

After looking at his makeshift explosive and matching it with the phone's instructions, he moved on to make the next one. [color=AFFF33]"I think a total of four bombs should do the trick,"[/color] he contemplated. [color=AFFF33]"These are only low explosives, so they shouldn't kill the extra durable guys."[/color] He'll have to use this sparingly. It's a good thing he bought the necessary goods from different stores; otherwise, he probably would've had the police called on him.

[color=AFFF33]"Second one done."[/color] He pulled out a knife and cut the seal before it was woven too tight. 

[color=AFFF33]"Third done."[/color] With the third one done quicker than the last due to having a little bit more experience, William realized a problem. [color=AFFF33]"Forgot to get a fuse for the fourth one."[/color] He sighed at his incompetence. 

[color=AFFF33]"What should I do for this? Go back and get another one? No, this issue has to be handled swiftly."[/color] He brought his hand to his mouth in thought as he narrowed his eyes at his project. He then nodded as if coming to a conclusion. [color=AFFF33]"Three should be enough."[/color] If he needs a fourth one, he'll just have to make due without it.

William perked up all of a sudden. He vaguely heard something resembling footsteps. [color=AFFF33]"There shouldn't be anyone coming here though,"[/color] he whispered to himself. With the unfinished, last bomb in his hand he lightened his steps and attempted to sneak up on whoever was walking through the building.

The footsteps gradually grew louder, so he placed himself up against the wall. A man came around the corner and luckily missed him through the use of William's power. The mystery individual was a middle-aged mustached man wearing a suit.

William pulled out the small pipe and swung it at the back of the man's head, knocking him out almost immediately. [color=AFFF33]"Wonder what my family would say about this."[/color] Even if they disparaged him, he probably still wouldn't stop anyways.

Not like they can say anything to begin with. William rummaged through the man's clothes and pulled out something very interesting from his belt.

[color=AFFF33]"A gun?"[/color] With his curiosity tugged, he ran through the man's clothes with greater vigor to find out his identity. He pulled out a wallet and a phone. He checked the top of the cards in the wallet before finding a business card that he pulled out all the way to analyze. 

[color=AFFF33]"John Doe? What kind of fake..."[/color] He trailed off after seeing what should have been the business name. [color=AFFF33]"A symbol, huh? Judging from this guy's clothes, the gun, and the business card with a symbol along with my luck, he's probably a member of that crime family. He could also be a part of some other organization, but I'll take my chances."[/color]

[color=AFFF33]"Of course the phone has a lock on it. Why wouldn't it? It's a good thing I can cheat at least."[/color] He inputted multiple passwords. After the seventh try, he got in. He looked through the contacts and found one named "Boss."

[color=AFFF33]"Heave-ho."[/color] He picked up the unconscious man and placed him on his back right before dialing that number. He placed the phone to his ear as he walked to a local hospital to dump this man at. 

Or that would've been the plan had he not felt the man stir. He sighed with a smile on his face as the ringing continued.