Chapter - Move up the schedule

	Chapter - Move up the schedule
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"Brrrt. Brrrt" Warren answered his cell phone as the guard drove down the 401. Fred and Rodney were tied up with a blanket over them, lying on the floor and partly on the back seat.

"Yeah?"

"There are lots of cops in the Sky Dome, all the time. Just don't play with it and no one will notice. Watch out for plain clothes looking for drugs."

"Yeah. So they took down a drug dealer. So relax, it wasn't you."

"So maybe I don't want you to set it off early. Maybe I want to be there to watch."

"OK. I'll see if I can move up the schedule."

Click.

"This map shows where the bombs are?" Tim was off the camera while a constable took pictures of the suspects, and all the people in the area.

"Yes, why?"

"Because the pattern looks random, and they definitely wanted to spell out a word or phrase with the fire bombs. If we can figure out the phrase, we can try to locate any bombs you may have missed."

"Hello?" The big guard in the front passenger seat answered his cell phone, while staring at Paul tied up in the back beside another guard.

"Yeah, Boss, no problem."

Click.

He nodded to the driver. "We gotta go to the Sky Dome now."

The big guard turned back to Paul. "You're about to get a hot foot! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

One of the crew was complaining about the game, pointing and waving to emphasize his points. "Look, the guy by the batter throws the ball to the pitcher", strikes a throwing pose, "who stands there holding it and looking around like a dork. All the other players shift around a bit", sways left and right in his seat, "like they're really, really bored."

"Hey, you want a footlong, buddy?" The stupid hotdog vendor thought he was trying to buy a hotdog, and pushed into the row toward him. Another one pushed after him with pop.

"No, I don't want no hotdog! No pop either!"

"OK. Sorry, buddy. Just a little misunderstanding." As the hotdog vendor turned, he and the pop vendor were right behind the crew leader. They threw down their food, distracting several people, and grabbed his arms from behind. Three more "vendors" swung up pistols and yelled, "Police! Freeze!"

The crew leader was handcuffed. One of the vendors holding him frisked him and pulled out a tiny radio transmitter. It went into a sealed metal box. Suddenly ten of the people nearby seemed to wake up from shock and pulled out guns or reached to grab the outnumbered police.

"Freeze and drop them! Police!"

"Police!"

Suddenly there were 20 police with cuffs and guns, moving rapidly to subdue the crew.

"Brrrt. Brrrt."

"Yeah."

"Too bad for them. Blow yours and carry on."

As the police escorted the bomber crew toward the exit, three loud whumps echoed through the stadium together. It sounded like the whole stadium was blowing up! The crowd began to panic and scream.

A second series of blasts, more muffled, blew thick smoke and flames from the concession area. Sooty figures emerged coughing, and the crowd fought for the exits.

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