The cold air gripped his figure in such a way the ocean only knows how. His coat flapped like a bat's wings against the strong gales, struggling to keep stable. He stared as the USS Theodore Roosevelt sank before his eyes, burning and giving off all sorts of horror in sight, smell, and sound. Screams of burning, cut, drowning victims plagued his deafened ears. The strong scent of burnt gasoline and smoke flared about his nostrils, seeking a corner to hide away in before being exhaled back out. Flames, misshapen metal, and dead bodies were scattered all about the sunset-painted seascape.
On the beach, random pieces of equipment, flesh, and metal washed up, making cross-like shapes in the tide waters, as if the memorial graveyard was already being created. He looked about, and sighed with relief. No survivors. The job was officially a success. Thank the dear Lord almighty, it was. For a brief second, the stranger assumed that the plan had gone eschew, and failure was immenent. Apparently one of the blasts was too small, but the crack was sufficient enough for the fire to exploit anyway.
Behind him a fluttering of some unseen dove suddenly exploded into notice, yet did not draw the attention of the stranger. He was too focused on the dark deed he had accomplished to notice the intruder of his pier. The flames of the dying carrier finally began to dye down, and as did the voices.
The stranger, finally satisfied with his act of murder, began to turn about to his car. Instantly the side of his head was stopped by a metal ring of some sort that pressed very hard and cold upon his skull. In fright he attempted to get a better look at his attacker, by moving away from the barrel of the handgun and turning to look straight at it instead.
At this movement a resounding crack exploded out, signaling the small explosion that had sent a half inch piece of lead through the stranger's forehead, while also singing his facial features away in a bloody mess. He buckled over and slipped over the rail of the pier, falling into the ocean himself. The dove resigned from its post and left to observe once again the grim death of the USS Theodore Roosevelt as the gunshot echoed away into the distance.
