Once there, he found the doors locked and the lights off.

 

There were a few customers waiting outside. One of whom was a welfare-looking woman with a shopping cart who said she walked two blocks to get there.

 

The washer thought it best to explain the situation to them.

 

"The owner's son was arrested last night, probably drug-related. This place might be closed for the foreseeable future."

 

Disgruntled, the other two customers walked to their cars while the welfare woman approached the washer.

 

"I know that life all too well," she began.

 

"My son steals from me to support his habit. He comes and goes whenever he wants; sometimes he's gone for weeks. My daughter and her boyfriend are also users; they started with crack and are now on meth. 

I have no idea where they are living now. CPS removed their children from them, and I haven't seen my grandchildren in over a year."

 

The washer looked at her.

 

"No one said life would be easy." 

"Perhaps you should have been a better parent."

 

Not expecting such blunt honesty, the woman then raged.

 

"Why you..."

 

She began yelling expletives at him as he walked away.

 

His next stop was to the Wellness Centre for some last-minute reconnaissance. He wanted to see if there were any cameras, and sure enough, there were.

 

Upon returning home, he learned that the other two greys spent the morning making napalm on the balcony and were in the process of filling empty beer bottles with kerosene and rags.

 

The prepping was almost complete.

 

The only thing left was to gather rocks by the river, so they each grabbed a knapsack and headed out.

 

After some time spent gathering rocks by the heavily contaminated river, they headed back to their apartment to go over tactics.

 

Once nighttime arrived, they headed out with their knapsacks loaded with rocks on the bottoms and Molotovs on top.

The temperature was now below freezing.

Upon arrival at the safe house, the three lined up the Molotovs on the sidewalk and dumped their rocks into two piles.

 

The washer was tasked with lighting the cocktails, and as soon as the first one was lit, the filler and the driver started pelting rocks through the front windows, shattering them and shattering the night silence.

 

Then they all started to launch the cocktails into the building.

 

One loud crash after another, and soon there was a glow emanating from inside.

 

They then tossed baseball-sized balls of napalm into the building.

 

Soon fire and smoke were emanating from the windows.

 

This was a fast and violent attack on the enemy's base.

 

The greys were ready to leave.

 

But right as they were leaving, the front door burst open, and two people completely engulfed in flames came running out screaming in agony.

 

They rolled around on the ground, and then the screaming stopped, but the fire on them didn't.

 

The greys quickly left the scene.

 

Back at their building, they tossed their backpacks into the garbage chute, and once inside their apartment, they started another round of mahjong.

 

While playing, they heard frequent and loud sirens throughout the night.