quangobaud(You don't blow-up the bridge, you blow-up the road to the bridge. Likewise with powerplants.)
The Stainless Steel Rat Joins the Circus -- chapter 21
He was a good and experienced climber. I would have stopped for breath by this time. He just went at it hand over hand at a steady pace. Reached the junction of the four legs. That should be it. But no, he went on until he appeared to be as high as the cables pendant from their immense insulators. Then he stopped. A dark smudge against the bright metal of the tower.
And seemed to remain there for an awfully long time.
I don’t know much clock time passed before he started back down. Subjective time seemed to last and last. And then I could see that he was moving back down, surely and steadily. He jumped the last few meters, smiling and wiping the grit from his hands.
“A piece of cake. Timed to blow in two hours.”
“We’ll have a front seat for the show.”
“We will indeed.”
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“Just about time-” Bolivar said when the ball of flame flared out. Changed to dark billows of smoke.
For long moments nothing happened. The copter bumped a bit when the sound of the explosion reached us.
“Now,” Bolivar said.
And it was going. The top of the tower was bending, falling almost gracefully. Then the giant insulators began to turn and twist, the immense cables stirring and writhing. Falling.
I could see lightning spear out as the falling cables broke, twisting as though in pain. Twisted and fell, faster and faster, followed by the ruined tower. Splashing down into the sea in great furrows of waves that stretched across the width of the channel.