Jake Webb ✞ Wednesday Addams (beveryafraid) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-01-14 09:30:00 |
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Who: Jake Webb
What: He offered the Resistance a demonstration, didn't he?
When: January 14, 2011. In the early morning.
Where: San Francisco, CA
Warnings: NPC deaths and destruction
While Jake enjoyed death and carnage to an unhealthy degree (from other people's standards, anyway), he wasn't usually this proactive about it. He was by almost all accounts a lazy homicidal maniac, and only took initiative when it best suited him. But the beautiful and inspiring Amelia of the Resistance had requested a demonstration, and well, he wasn't going to just not give it to her.
It was barely dawn when he left his house and it was still dark by the time he got to the train station. No one noticed him as he slipped into the controls booth and subdued the operator. He didn't know much about trains but he wasn't an idiot, it didn't take him very long to figure out which switches to flip, what wires to cut to the security cameras and what to tell the two incoming trains that were rapidly approaching the station.
Misdirection. It was the oldest trick in the book. In the next thirty seconds the two trains came careening down the same track and collided head on. The screams of the passengers were drowned out by the sound of metal on metal, engines groaning before giving way to the collision and a fire igniting at both ends of the trains. Well, that was predictable.
There were already mass stampedes of people running in every direction, it never ceased to amaze him that when people were at their most desperate they forgot how to do the simplest of things, like read. The exit was that way. With an exasperated sigh he bent down and lit the long fuse. It was quick to light and even quicker to make the trip all the way down the cables and under the two trains and then there was a loud explosion, a huge eruption of fire that killed anyone still inside.
The fire was quick to spread in the enclosed underground space, claiming the lives of every person it swallowed and then some. They say the fire even made its way through the tunnel to the next two stations before it was finally put out by the not so competent San Francisco fire department, and only a small number of people died there. Thirty or forty, give or take. People who were smart enough to find the exits at this particular station however were horrified to find that the doors had long since been padlocked, but that didn't stop them from clawing at the doors and clawing at each other when all else failed. People were such animals. Jake managed to emerge from the underground inferno relatively unscathed, lighting a cigarette on his way out.