Lin Lee went over the plan one last time with Bruce using the timings she had received from their inside man. The optimum time for attack was just eight hours away. She laid out an aerial photo of the entire college site and neighbouring buildings on the table in front of them. The main college building formed a large square around a central courtyard. Access to the front of the courtyard was through a stone arch on the street side of the building. A ramp provided access from a car park at the rear of the building. The street side entrance was controlled by security from a guard hut inside the courtyard. She pointed to an area on the roof approximately one hundred yards from the site of the guard hut. An annex building adjacent to the area would allow them access to the roof of the main building. This would be their starting point from which they could reach their desired positions. She removed the photo and replaced it with the blueprints of the college. She outlined the accommodation blocks to the east and north, the entrance to the main college building to the west and the stone arch to the south. She highlighted the guard hut to the right of the arch “This is where you will plant the explosives.” She informed Bruce. “And this is where you will detonate them.” She pointed to an area between the gables of the roof above one of the accommodation blocks overlooking the courtyard. “Why there?” Bruce asked. “Because this will draw their attention away from my position on the main building. I can then scale down this drainpipe on the north side of the building and gain access to the boiler room, here.” She pointed to the area on the blueprints. “Once you have detonated the explosives just get the hell out of there and wait for me back at the safe house.” Bruce put on a show of bravado complaining at the lack of involvement on his part. He tried to get out of her what her exit strategy was, offering to wait around to help her escape. She advised him to concentrate on his part and leave the rest to her. Satisfied the plan was understood, she folded up the blueprints and turned her attention to the hardware. Opening one of the pelican cases, she removed a slab of plastic explosive and handed it to Bruce. She then handed him a detonator with timer before shutting the case. He looked down at the equipment she had given him. “Is that it?” he asked. “Don’t I get a gun in case something goes wrong?” She walked over and stood in front of him so they were only about a foot apart. He towered over her tiny frame, his six feet four to her five feet two. She looked up into his eyes and said, “You’d better make sure nothing does go wrong, Captain.”