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Although lacking the smoke
and mirrors it was
like some magic trick, Brian Wells disappeared
while delivering a pizza and reappeared hours
later at a bank with a note demanding money and
a warning of the bomb that hung from his neck.
After officers pulled him from
his car, he sat
Indian style and cross legged, was heard asking
'why is nobody coming to try and get this thing
off of me', forgetting the hard fact that it is most
often the most obvious calls for help that go
untended.
Linda Payne, his landlord,
mentions his love of
music, and expresses a concern for who will now
tend to his three kittens, FBI Agent Bob Rudge called
the case 'unusual', and declined further comment.
40 minutes after the whole
thing started Brian Wells
exploded, or more accurately the bomb did, far too
short for the makings of a Hollywood movie, and
lacking a heroic rescue, a time frame more fitting
to exist in real life, where it can be quickly ignored,
tucked behind page 3 of tomorrow's newspaper.
Page one mentions another bomb
exploded in
Baghdad killing and wounding 75, page two
tells of two soldiers dead from a fall in the mountains
of Afghanistan, page four mentions the weather
forecast for this Monday, highs in the upper 70s clear
skies.
In the classified section of
the Erie Pennsylvania
Gazette there is a mention of kittens, three of
them, free to a good home.
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