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[i]Nothing happened. Donny frowned. He had miscalculated Red Claw's pragmatism. 

Donny had lied to Lilly. Instead of going to a park a mile away, he had driven straight to the meeting spot, placed plastic explosives atop the phone booth, and then broke into a nearby building to wait on the third floor with his .950 caliber sniper rifle. He was wearing a curly black wig. The plan hadn't been complicated. Give Lilly false information and a grenade launcher filled with blanks, to ensure that she couldn't interfere if she decided to switch sides. Then simply shoot the target when he neared the booth, and then blow up the booth for good measure. 

If Claw survived or managed to locate Donny, Donny'd have taken out an airsoft gun similar in appearance to a police issued 9mm, ran to a nearby alley, squirted fake blood all over his online-bought inspector's uniform, tossed a lit cigarette further down the alley, and then played the part of a well spoken lawman who had been wounded by a fleeing Donny. The idea was that the moment Red Claw turned his back on the fallen "policeman", Donny'd whip out his Magnum. In that alley, every piece of cover had a hidden c4 on it. 

But no, all the planning was for naught. Donny returned to his van via back building entrance and drove off without telling Lilly. She was free now. 

Donny still had another psychological weapon to use against Red Claw. Dread.

When would Donny attack a school? Tomorrow? In a week? A month? Which school? How many could he kill?

The impending doom of potential cancer, waiting on a doctor's prognosis.

Your college loan is over sixty grand, and the text test determines whether or not you fail.

It all pales in comparison to the reality of the situation. A merciless psychopath will kill many children as a direct result of your choice. But he hasn't done it yet. He's letting it stew, letting the black core of inner turmoil boil, allowing time for the icy claws of fear to grip the heart and squeeeeze...[/i]