The General Bombardment, part 4 continued

       One evening, a week after they had moved in together,and after an hour of silence, he put down his notebook and said,
   "Thuy, you are my Anti-Muse."
   "An- ti-muse? What's that?"
   "A Muse inspires an artist to create, you inspire me to destroy."
   She did not know what to say.

   The next night she woke and saw him sat at the foot of their bed. It was hot and stuffy in their tiny bedroom. The world outside was silent, as if they were alone in all the dark world. As her eyes accustomed to the gloom, she saw that he was holding a glass of vodka, and his head was bowed down low.
   "Whats wrong," she whispered.
   He shuddered, and then gulped down his vodka.
   "I can't sleep," he replied.
   "Why?"
   "Planning something big."
   "I know... How big?"
   "The Governor General's Palace."
   "Tell me about it in the morning."
   She embraced him, and gently pulled him down into her bed.  

   His plan was genius in its simplicity, and monstrous in its brutality. Steven and Erik would attack simultaneously at midnight on Tet eve. Whilst the rest of Vietnam was celebrating, they would delver a crushing bombardment.
   When Thuy heard the plan she clung to her lover passionately.
   "You are crazy," she said, "I love it."  
  
   And yet, still, something went wrong.