He opened the plastic cases and began removing the equipment. Tripods and various equipment began coming out, one piece at a time. "Yeah, that's all I needed" he thought. "That kid picking up one of these and dropping it. I could just see it now, pieces falling all over the floor. You can kill one or two witnesses but twenty or thirty?" The doctor shook his head and thought for a moment how a well-laid plan had been undone in the past and turned into a game of "Doom" really quickly.
The convention center looked really attractive, a myriad of glass and steel twisted into a Picasso of modern architecture. It was both attractive and functional. Light got in and out, but not sound or any accurate gunshots. The doctor had known this all too well, since the convention center had always boasted...
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"...boasts that they've got a secure building.", said Hammer's new chief of personal protection.
Dale looked through the window of the car as it passed the front of the center and headed for the rear entrance reserved for VIPs and discreet entries. "How so?"