He was smiling. He liked to see fire in the sky. That model Sikorsky was over-rated anyway. The explosion was timed well, but not perfectly. He tossed the radio remote over his shoulder into a deep water of Bayonne's Upper Bay. It was heavy and MASK had a steady supply, he could always get more. He looked north where the dogs and the girl who talked to the dogs were. He liked talking to the dogs. That they heard him interested him. The dogs hated him of course. Anything that could talk to him did. Since escaping from the camp in Mexico he heard the inner voices of some animals and a human or two. His brother, Seamus, heard the animals voices too. Seamus stayed in Mexico and until a few months ago he heard his brother's inner voice in his head late at night. He didn't hear Seamus any more. Thinking about the drugs they gave him and his brother in the camp in Mexico still made him shiver in his brain. He frowned. But seeing the fire in the sky made him smile. He watched the smoke dissipate in the darkening sky. He smiled as he started to walk towards the Bus Terminal.