10-01-2015, 09:51 AM
Yoshimura joined Martin as he was assessing the situation. He didn't like the outcome. Martin looked over at Annemarie and she nodded. "Easy enough to do sir." They had worked together to know that covering up the body was easy to do. Whoever lived her wasn't going to be happy but Martin really didn't care.
Martin nodded. Annemarie nodded and rummaged around in the bag next to her. She handed Yoshimura a few small explosive devices. "Plant these in structural places around the interior of the building." She smiled at Martin. "They should keep the police guessing. They use parts and pieces from every bomb maker this side of the ocean. Shouldn't point anywhere with whatever pieces they find. Least they ain't found us yet. And when they do we'll just choose other parts."
Annemarie wasn't their weapons tech, but Marco had briefed her well, and technically she was all communications and these were all wireless detonators so she had a hand in manufacturing of them in most cases. She dabbled in explosives. It was her hobby. It was one reason Martin liked working with her. Dorian had a special cocktail that burnt hotter than anything he'd ever seen. He'd eventually given Martin the secret but only because he'd lost a bet to Martin. Marco was just weapons and Martin liked weapons. All in all he had picked a damn good team once upon a time. Now he had some strange characters to work with. He was thankful for Gunnar. But the other two - we'd see about Yoshimura was at least old world - maybe a little too old world.
Martin grabbed a small bottom of liquid from his bag and took a one of the devices from Annemarie to make sure there was an ignition source near the body.
Back inside Martin looked at Cross, he didn't say much, "Never mind the prints. Change of plans."
Martin stuck the device on the counter near the body and then started pouring the flammable cocktail over the corpse. "Do this right. Once we get clear of this. You are going to play wounded little girl again. This time you will call the cops. You will say the man who attacked the cops fled into this building and then it blew up. And then you will hang up."
Martin didn't wait for an acknowledgement as he headed back out of the warehouse.
Martin nodded. Annemarie nodded and rummaged around in the bag next to her. She handed Yoshimura a few small explosive devices. "Plant these in structural places around the interior of the building." She smiled at Martin. "They should keep the police guessing. They use parts and pieces from every bomb maker this side of the ocean. Shouldn't point anywhere with whatever pieces they find. Least they ain't found us yet. And when they do we'll just choose other parts."
Annemarie wasn't their weapons tech, but Marco had briefed her well, and technically she was all communications and these were all wireless detonators so she had a hand in manufacturing of them in most cases. She dabbled in explosives. It was her hobby. It was one reason Martin liked working with her. Dorian had a special cocktail that burnt hotter than anything he'd ever seen. He'd eventually given Martin the secret but only because he'd lost a bet to Martin. Marco was just weapons and Martin liked weapons. All in all he had picked a damn good team once upon a time. Now he had some strange characters to work with. He was thankful for Gunnar. But the other two - we'd see about Yoshimura was at least old world - maybe a little too old world.
Martin grabbed a small bottom of liquid from his bag and took a one of the devices from Annemarie to make sure there was an ignition source near the body.
Back inside Martin looked at Cross, he didn't say much, "Never mind the prints. Change of plans."
Martin stuck the device on the counter near the body and then started pouring the flammable cocktail over the corpse. "Do this right. Once we get clear of this. You are going to play wounded little girl again. This time you will call the cops. You will say the man who attacked the cops fled into this building and then it blew up. And then you will hang up."
Martin didn't wait for an acknowledgement as he headed back out of the warehouse.