Despite his best efforts, John did not sleep at all for the following three nights, and by time the fourth was well on its way, John was still shaking with grief and pain. He could not quit thinking about how his life had turned out, and could not figure out what importance the letter to Lowar was important. As he lay in the field, cold and tired he dreamt of death, and suffering, and what would become of his future…though, the two thoughts might be one of the same.

John awoke with a startle that morning; he heard a rustle in the nearby brush. He grabbed his gun and slowly made his way to the bush and slowly looked over it, only to find a small fox running away at high speed.

Breakfast consisted of some funny tasting bacon and a glass of water. This was all John had left and it was running out fast, so he knew that whatever he was about to do, had to be done fast. He knew that he needed to invade the Lowar building, but once he got in his plans run out. He did not know where to go, what to look for, or what he might run into. He slammed the plate against a tree in frustration, and walked to his guns.

He had a small pistol, a large shot gun, and 3 grenades. Franks guns! He thought, and he walked over to Frank’s trunk. Slowly he opened it but what he found was not guns. Within the trunk lay a large tube and 5 red tubes full of a liquid of some kind. Looking through it he found another letter from Frank.

Immediately John wanted to test it but knew that he couldn’t as he would definitely be missing that tube when he needed it. Still he couldn’t help but wonder how bad the little tubes of liquid could be. They were barely the size of a pencil and looked like they were filled with water.

The next day he decided that he was going to prepare to head in to whatever awaited him at the Lowar headquarters. He loaded the guns into a trunk and threw it into the bed of his newly stolen pickup truck. He put the large bomb tube into the front of the truck so that it would be easily attainable. He attached a holster to his belt, and a grenade holder swung over his jacket. He designed a contraption that would hold his shotgun under his left arm when he needed it and put all the bullets in a large pack that attached to his belt next to the gun holster. All this and a tank of gas was all he would need as far as he was concerned and if he comes up short, then so be it because it’s too late now.