John, Chris, and I
John, Chris, and I had talked about it, we knew what we were doing. First we would get everyone out of the building, we didn't want any casualties. Then we would spread the gasoline, the fire needs someway to travel. Then we would burn it to the ground. There wasn't supposed to be anyone inside, we had planned it so carefully. There were 15 casualties in total, including John and Chris. I can't sleep anymore, I just don't understand what went wrong. We talked about it for weeks, months even, every single last detail. We knew what we were doing.
John, Chris, and I had talked about it. We knew what we were doing. We didn't have the chance for questions. We just knew it had to be done. I saw the fear in their eyes, but I was strangely calm. Hoping the outcome to all of this would be what we want. He took a breath and held my hand. Smiled at me before saying, "I hope we dont land." I took my breath before I gave it to grace. And Chris just stood there saying his prayers. We were three people with a death sentence...and off that bridge we jumped, hooked like fishes.