Thomas Vess, a black German shepherd, smiled, smearing some sort of putty on a large tank of gasoline, a tank of chlorine right next to it. He intended to bomb this place, a lovien family stash. Sneaking in was easy enough, but he was good at that. His bomb, a makeshift combo of C4, gasoline, and chlorine. The C4 was the catalyst, the (rather large) tank of gasoline would act as a sort of thermobaric explosive, and the chlorine would poison the area, and a few blocks around, depending on how the wind blows. He smiled, and slunk out of the building, detonator in hand.