Fifty-Two

A well regulated plan, can never be counted as an accident.  

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            “Yohan?” I ask, my anxiety raising by the minute.

            He doesn’t answer me, but he nods. We were by the overlook now, looking down on the dam. Or at least, what’s left of it, anyway. The wooden debris blocking the waterflow from reaching both the Torrids and Savanna were now broken down because of the bombs we strategically placed. Thelma was right, we didn’t have to place much, we just had to place enough. Bombs at the places that held much of i