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Donald Jamero had flown in a week ago, it took him about that long to purchase all the household goods needed to make a bomb. Of course, he always bought them from different stores, it made him look like an inconspicuous shopper. His original flight was from Rawaysia, which kept awful flight records, to Marqusea and then to Grasmere. After he got the the nails and all the other house hold goods we also bought a single artillery shell and a little bit of C4 and detonator.

After Jamero's four nail bombs were finished he placed them behind the rims of a Grasmeran sedan, every tire. Next was their timers. After that he put a little pit of C4 on the emergency brake line with a small detonator. For the 'main course' he drilled threw the car's firewall until the artillery shell was right next to the engine block. This would not only make the explosion more powerful on one side, it would also create a massive load of hot metal shrapnel. Donald was cut the radiator lines after he put the car in position. Finally he put the 120mm modified artillery shell into place and got into the car.

Despite the rather large amount of modifications Jamero was able to roll down the street with dragging is hard, the shell was not much additional wait for a car. He parked the car at a slight angle, making sure it had clearance to head into the street. The street he had chosen was the busiest and most lucrative financial market center in the entirety of Grasmere. He left the car running and jacked up the emergency all the way up, leaving the car in drive. Then he opened up the drunk, purposely with a very angry demeanor about him and nonchalantly cut the radiator line. This would help make the shrapnel even hotter.

Jamero sighed, putting on a little show in case anyone was watching him, and put the hood down. He then headed towards a nearby coffee shop and ordered a meal. After clicking the first detonator, under the cloth tabled, the car began to rattle forward. After a he heard a few honks and even a crash that was caused by people getting out of the vagrant car's way he click the second detonator. That threw nails everywhere, which of course destroyed the brakes and popped the tires. The car now inched slowly towards a financial center, he ran out along with the crowd to see the ruckus. As he saw the car get just about to the corner of one of the massive buildings he clicked the last detonator, which he hopped would force the building to lean and take a few buildings with it.

[OOC: Approved by Grasmere, of course.]

The targeted building was of the Grolier Trust Center, in the center of the newly-rebuilt Rooivalk city. It's foundation flexed under the heat of the burning fuel. Although it did not collapse, several people were killed by flying shrapnel in the reception lobby. An old building next to it, another bank that was built in the 1800's, was more damaged than the Grolier center. It collapsed under the heat into the road below. Cars swerved off the road and stopped, resulting in some minor crashes. Firefighters were rushed to the scene, where they extinguished the fires in Grolier and evacuated the wounded and other bodies. Temporary supports were quickly placed on the corner of the building.

Police surrounded the area. Within minutes checkpoints were set up on every road leaving the district. Crews were actively searching around the area.

Donald Jamero was in the middle of a surging crowd, all on the floor as the explosion went off and scared many. Mr. Jamero took this time to drop his detonators, wiping them off quickly with a small rage before a got back up with the crowd. That gave him two minutes, as they feared a successive attack, which never game.

The crowd began to disperse and Donald walked away with them, though there was still a large group staring into the carnage.

Police officers, dressed head to toe in riot gear stood by the isolated checkpoints. The slow-moving checkpoints weren't letting anyone through. Inside a pavilion, several intelligence agents crowded around. The leader of the intelligence department walked in. The men stood up and saluted briefly, before returning. "Well, what do we have?" said the leader. "Well, we got some camera footage of a licence plate. It was stolen about a day ago. It looks like the suspect parked the car outside of a coffee shop. It was pretty busy, so we're not getting a clear face shot, but facial reconstructions having a go at it and we hope to have an ID soon. We traced the detonator to an unregistered bootleg model. We're trying to contact the manufacturer but they're probably foreign." Another agent burst into the room holding a freshly printed picture. Although slightly off the picture was still clearly depicting Jamero. "I also ran the picture through the system" said the out-of-breath agent "turns out he went through the airport as well. They're in the process of finding his flight right now." The lead agent stood up "Well done. Get this punk before he escapes. Find where he came from and give that to me so I can forward it to the president."

The League of Anti-Terrorism learned of the incident. Both Ramaysia and Grasmere were members, so the League would be obliged to help. The League Council announced diplomatic and financial support of Ramaysian efforts against the terrorists.

Police began to get closer and he could see the clear black lines of heavily geared up men move towards the area from all sides. It was odd to use a riot unit for a terrorist attack, but it wasn't his country. Jamero pulled out a little crowbar and began working his way on a sealed manhole. Several times someone had stepped on his back, but he ignored it or else he would drag attention to himself. Finally the manhole popped open and he began to climb down it, covering up the manhole as he went on.

Donald had added a new dimension to the chase. They could cover both, making their lines even thinner or he could pop out the opposite way that they were focusing on. That didn't much matter to him at that very second as he began to run down the sewer, drawing his M1911 out.