Guess it has come to this. To cleanse this place, you people of your sins, for exiling one of the best men I have known. I don't want to do it like this, but I will. *I stand up, and take off my shirt, to reveal a bomb strapped to my chest.* This is Plan B. You want to leave. This won't be nice. *The timer starts on my chest, it reads 1:57* Thats how much time you got. 3 miles. Thats how far you got to get.