Johnathan walked leisurely out of City Hall, chewing mint gum. He looked over his shoulder at the two long dead guards, and continued to walk away. He stopped once across the street, and shut his hand into a fist. Flames leapt from the windows of the computer room, and he smiled to himself, continuing his walk as police cars pulled up. No one knew it was him, but he leaned against the doorway of an apartment as he watched them futiley try to put out the fire, anyways.