Jake had moved swiftly. Shortly after 7 PM, he set the first bomb down in the Jock's Clubhouse. The timers went up to 180 minutes, so Jake set the first one to the maximum time. The dumbass Jocks had left the door unlocked, and no one was there. Jake hid the softly ticking bomb in a box in an area enclosed by a wire mesh fence of sorts, he reckoned it to be for equipment storage.
Next was the Gym. Jake made his way down to the Boy’s locker area, and set the second bomb in an empty locker. He set this one a 170 minutes, to synchronize it with the first one as close as possible. Grabbing some towels from the shower area, he piled a couple on top to muffle the ticking, and stuffed the rest in one of his sacks. He then left the gym, and headed to the path to the Fountain. Other boys were in the Basketball yard, Jock boys he supposed, and milling about on the pathway to the Fountain. Jake drew no notice as he moved along toward the Fountain. Everyone was in some kind of disguise, and the sky was black with the hint of the approaching storm.
Around the Fountain was a gaggle of kids, dressed in all sorts of costumes. Jake saw a big one in a Sponge Bob suit he assumed to be Fatty the Nerd, since he was about the fattest kid in the school. Jake paused, deciding where to go first. He reasoned the Autoshop first, and then back across to Harrington House.
Jake moved carefully down the Autoshop path and waited a while in the shadows by the fenced wall area. When he had come through here a half-hour ago, the yard was empty. Now it was full of Greasers, milling around. These guys really went all out on their costumes, many making themselves up like Elvis or Fonzie. Jake’s getup was a bit out of place here, so he moved slowly, slinging his sacks over his shoulder and hiding his face as much as possible. In this manner, he passed unnoticed around the fence and headed for the garage area.
The attached garage door was open, and inside sat the car he had wrecked a month ago, all repaired except for a final paint job on the front-end. Perfect. Because it had taken him longer to get back here, Jake set the timer to 150 minutes, put the bomb on the front seat, grabbed some shop rags to cover up the bomb, and then shut the car door. This was going to be really funny. If they were pissed before at the damage to their beloved car, this would make them really stinking angry.
Jake made his way back through the Greasers yard area as before, unnoticed. The Greasers were busy talking among themselves and complementing each other about their get-ups, and he made his way back to the now-crowded Fountain area unseen. Edging around the wall area, he saw over on the other side three figures who looked familiar....A tall boy in a Dracula outfit, a skinny kid dressed as a Pirate, and a mid-sized person in a white hood and leather chris-crossing his chest. He thought the Dracula one was Tony. No time for that now...Lots of time later to take care of that. Jake headed down the path to Harrington House.
It was more Difficult here. Lots of Preps in costumes were milling around, having some sort of party. Jake edged around the South wall carefully, until he was close to the building. Just then, one of the Preps set off what looked like a Roman Candle Fountain over by the small side yard, and everybody turned to look. Jake used the distraction to enter the front door of Harrington House.
No one was in the front hall, and slowly opening the door to the large room, Jake saw that it was likewise empty. Crossing quickly to the chairs in front of the Fireplace, Jake removed one of the seat cushions, removed another bomb from his bag, set the timer for 130 minutes, set it on the chair, and replaced the cushion. Without knowing it, he had set the bomb into Derby’s favorite chair. Retreating quickly, Jake left Harrington House. Exiting the front door, Jake ducked down in the shadows. The Preps were still setting off the Roman Candles. Looking at them in the reflecting light, Jake saw most of them had on Aristocratic-looking costumes. One, a female, was dressed in a Princess Cat outfit. That must be Pinky, he thought. Waiting for the glare to die down from the lights, Jake hugged the side of the building, then the wall, as he moved around towards the small side yard area. This was perhaps the most dangerous part of the mission. His get-up was really out of place here. Rounding the wall unnoticed into the grassy yard, he made a break through the empty side yard to the wall and quickly jumped over.
Next was the Library. Peeking over the wall, he saw a few Nerds milling about in Wizard costumes. He needed a small distraction. Digging in his pocket, he brought out an M-80 Firecracker, and heaved it in the direction of the nearest Nerd. =BOOM !!!= The Nerds scattered, and Jake hopped over the wall and ran for the door. On the way, Jake spotted a vial containing a greenish liquid one of them had dropped. A Stink Bomb ! Jake scooped it up, and tossed it in the direction of the retreating Nerds. It shattered when it hit the ground, sending up clouds of green smoke. Perfect cover. Jake held his breath, ran and entered the Library door.
Entering, he saw the place was empty. Sprinting, he went to the back area by the globe, an area he knew the Nerds liked to hang out at. Quickly pulling out a bomb, he set the timer at 120 minutes, put it under the table, and covered it with a towel. Jake then made a fast beeline for the front door. Looking out, he could see the stupid Nerds had began throwing their own stock of Stink Bombs around, covering the area with green smoke. Squinting his eyes, and holding his breath, Jake made a run for the Pathway leading from the Library, and headed for the break in the wall leading to the Boy’s Dorm.
A few of the Bullies were milling about the yard. Jake spotted who he thought to be Trent, and ran up to him.
“Hey, Fuckface” Jake said.
“What...Who the fuck are...URK !!”, Trent choked, as Jake grabbed him around the throat.
“Shut up, you numb fuck, and listen. Tell your Clique to stay out of the Dorm tonight. Got It ?”, Jake hissed.
“Uhhh...JAKE ? Where have you been....”, Trent started to say
“Keep your voice down, you stupid shit. Just keep them out of the Dorm. Understand ??”, Jake hissed.
“Er, Ah....Sure....Nobody in the Dorm....Right”, Trent answered, confused.
With that, Jake pushed Trent away, and headed up the steps into the Dorm. Going to the Common Room, He got out a bomb, set the timer at 110 minutes, planted it in the Trash Bin, and threw a towel over it. he wished he could have planted it in Tony’s room, but the door was locked. Leaving the Boy’s Dorm, he headed down the steps and across the path to the Girl’s Dorm.
Entering the yard, he caught a break...No one was around. The girls were all out and about. Sneaking in the front door, he likewise found the area deserted. Good Deal. He moved quickly to the small foyer area by the stairs, and planted the last bomb, setting the timer to 100 minutes. Then Jake beat a hasty retreat down the hall and out the side door. Once outside, he crossed the yard, then took the shortcut leading over to the Parking Lot. The few kids milling around paid him no attention, and he made his way to the Old Bus, and entered through the doors.
Returning to the Hobo’s yard, it was just as he left it. Since being discovered, He doubted that whoever had found his former hiding spot would expect him to return. To be safe, he barred the gate, and moved a barrel in front of it. Then he sagged down against the wall.
He wasn’t tired...he was pumped.....Soon, Real Soon....He would have some revenge.
Let The Fireworks Begin.
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