Liberty Island, NYC
Federal workers had long since cleared the rubble away. Yellow tape blocked off the entrances. Faded white chalk circled evidence long since photographed, videotaped, collected and removed. The air smelled of the sea and the glittering lights of the city illuminated the night.
Liberty stood alone. Twin revolvers hung at her hips. Worn brown leather gloves covered hands which rested upon a utility belt that had been repaired with duct tape in several places. Steel toed boots so scuffed the metal gleamed through the leather.
The bomber would come.