A weekday game in the middle of August. The perfect setting.
Why wait for the playoffs when you can create unthinkable chaos during the meaningless regular season? Security would be lax, the press uninterested, the fans unaware. And the resulting damage… catastrophic.
There was no downside.
He stood in the front row of the upper deck, a piece of paper in hand. He scrawled four letters onto the page before folding it into a rudimentary airplane. He then pressed against the railing and launched it towards the infield.
By the time the plane landed, the stadium would be in rubble.
The Weekday One Hundred 