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and Allison, who spent her days as an account director with Morson, Hutcheons, Drew and Zeno. All died in the conflagration which followed the explosion. As the explosion flashed out, and the fire took hold, the waiting Ford was started up, and slowly drove away towards the turnpike.

At approximately the same time as the surreptitious entry of the Klein family home, a young black man, quite tall, about six foot three inches, stopped in a street in Queens, beside the parked orange Volkswagen which was his target. The door was a matter of seconds to open; in the available light from the street lamps, the intruder then popped the trunk cover, which on the VW was at the front, and, with a flat adjustable wrench, loosed the union which connected the fuel tank to the delivery piping. He then wired a flash bulb to the starter circuit, and laid the bulb down upon a bunch of rags which had started to gather moisture from the slowly weeping petrol tank. Stepping back to admire his work, he then closed up the front trunk cover, closed the door, and strolled away towards the corner of the street, waiting upon an old Lincoln which cruised up about a minute later. The tall black climbed in, slapped the dash, and the Lincoln slowly rolled away from the area, before accelerating towards the uptown reaches of New York City.

Leroy 'Homebase' Dougan, a nineteen year old white drop-out had a bad 'crack' habit, which cost him an estimated six hundred dollars a week, all of which had to be stolen, as he had no job. He awoke in his flop, which was an abandoned warehouse, in the western edges of Queens. His craving hit him immediately he came to his fuddled senses, and this urge drove him out to search for a quick score, so as to get him the necessary twenty dollars to buy him the 'rock' he needed for the morning. His supplier had adopted the Manchester Co-operative principles, of keeping a plentiful stock, but allowing no credit whatsoever. Leroy moved along the street, trying car doors, which would give him access to a radio, or a tape player which would earn a quick twenty; he tried the door of the orange Volkswagen, and because 'SixThree' had not pushed the door tight closed, the drop latch had not engaged. He sat in the drivers seat, searching the car for anything he could steal, but as Claudia had realised that anything extra fitted to the little car would make it a target, had not fitted radio, tape, or any other device. The craving for a 'hit' washed over the young junkie, as he determined to steal the car, and make his 'rock' money for the week, all at once. He wrenched the wheel hard over, which smashed the flimsy wheel lock, and took a handful of wiring loom, and pulled the ignition section out of the folds. His hand shaking badly, he separated the wire which would feed the ignition, wrapped it around the switch post, picked the starter wire and struck it against the black wire which led to the starter motor. The current raced along the wire, and spun the starter motor into the engine flywheel, but it also hit the flash bulb which lay in a petrol-sodden cluster of rags. The flash hit the vaporized petrol, ignited the tank, which enveloped the whole car instantaneously in a fireball which effectively ended the suffering of 'Homebase', before he knew what hit him.