The echo of her heels snapping across the floor confirmed that she was alone. The lights were dimly lit, the instruments poised. Sally checked her watch, two hours to go. The sound of dishes clanking in the kitchen assured her things were right on schedule.
She pulled the detonator from her bag and placed it in a center piece near the middle of the room. She walked around it, checking all angles making certain it was well hidden.
She stopped at security on her way out. “I’ve forgotten something at the office. I’ll be back soon” she lied.
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