Talk:Nearby Town/Post Office/@comment-5805841-20120705080409

''It is early morning, about 2 am, and the post office is long since closed. James sneaks up to one of the windows with a molotov cocktail in his hand. He swings an iron pipe he picked up in a nearby alley, breaking the window before he lights the cocktail and throws it into the room with all the letters. He quickly leaves, as soon as the fire has caught onto the building itself.''