'Suicide'

"So, Jack... How does it feel like, to know that your death will be branded as a case of suicide bombing?Angry? Frustrated? ...or both hmm?"

The man bound onto the driver seat of a car just looked at the speaking man, not answering his queries. Not like he could anyway, with his mouth gagged and taped under the balacava. He knew that whatever he could do, would turn out useless. It's not first for him to be tied up like that, but this time it was surely the last.

"Hehehe...It's about time now. It wouldn't be nice to keep you any longer, you still have to reach the party in time, right?" The man than stood up and left Jack, whom was still tied to the seat.

After five or so minutes, the car he was sitting in moved from it's parking place and onto the road home. Driving with a dangerous speed the car was closing in to it's target and Jake to his demise.

Soon enough the car rammed into a home at the end of the street, exploding into a magnificent display in the night of a town, bringing with it lives of Jake and his family.