It was a gloomy sight. The sky was so desolate, yet from the top of that hill it looked like space. Millions of tiny threads were like stars and the administration were like the planetary bodies.

"Mr. Hunter, the explosives have been planted and primacord has been strung."

"Hand me the detonater."

"Mr. Hunter, you might want to shield your eyes, this is going to be bright"

An explosion rocked the landscape. The light was brighter than 1000 suns. This is my Omega.........