Loud footfalls of heavy boots punctuated the night. Patrolmen marched through vacant streets, passing unaware the spectres lying await. Cloaked in the shadows of destroyed warehouses the ghosts summarised their plot.
“If a patrol sees you they’ll shoot” whispered one
“I haven’t forgotten” snapped the subordinate, jittery with adrenaline.
The field commander shot back a reprimand “You young comrades are getting belligerent, don’t forget about the cause”
“I’ll make sure they won’t forget either” the subordinate said quietly, handling the device agitatedly
The signal was given, the young woman darted from the shadows bellowing “Death to oppressors!”
The device ignited.