With the advent of Climate Change, around the years 2025-2030, when things really took a change for the worse after the massive release of frozen Methane gases from the Arctic Permafrost, Rudy added to his LCD / Nietzshian 'criminal-as-strong-man' philosophy and self-stylings, and, true to his criminal style of always working alone, of being a lone man; Rudy started to realize that he would have to hit big, if only because of the menace from Climate Change and the inability of popular culture to cure the world of its problems. Even Dan Brown and Zach de la Rocha and Juliette Day Lewis couldn't save the world, so he would have to do like Gandhi said and be the change in society he would like to see. For this project, Rudy was putting on his engineer's hat and going the while 9-yards, the whole hog, 'betting the farm' as they say.
Rudy would fill a road-train semi-trailer with fertilizer, but that wasn't enough to make a bang. Through some contacts in the Military, Rudy was able to secure some World War II unexploded ordinance that would indeed explode under the right conditions as well as some dynamite and C4 plastics explosives. The fertilizer itself was enough to cause a heck of an explosion. Rudy spent a few months lovingly filling his semi trailer with a loving Christmas stocking of ordinance. That there was love in this act may be a questionable matter amongst theologians and moralists and philosophers, however for Rudy, there was no question that painstakingly, methodically, slowly and carefully, with the attention a wine-grower tends to his grapes and vines, or a mother tends to her child that first learns to delicately take his first steps, in just such a way, Rudy lovingly filled his big, giant, long, long semi-trailer truck up.
Furthermore, Rudy was absolutely convinced that he would get away with this crime and not at all be caught. He had designed a complicated entry-exit strategy that involved crossing different State lines at various times, sometimes re-crossing them, three different personas and four different identities, false fingertips for not leaving prints behind -- the list of security precautions went on and on and on. Rudy took an almost autistic blank certainness to his work. He would be successful. The target would be a busy downtown road in a mid-Western/Northern city. Fatalities would be maximum. Rudy would detonate the truck in peak-hour pedestrian/road traffic via mobile phone. He would detonate it a mere 3 minutes after abandoning the truck, which he intended to drive himself, at the target location. He would then merely present himself as a simple, ogling onlooker, along with all the other rubber-neckers until he had had his fill of the local atmosphere. Perhaps he would stay in town for a few hours like this and than make his way a few hours away and enjoy the spectacle from there, until progressively making his way West to California where he intended to spend a few weeks in Hollywood, chasing after Chinese air-hostesses.
Rudy checked the days off on his calendar until D-Day --- some 53 days to go until the big bang. "Kewly kewl," he cheerfully commented to himself and commenced welding some metal that belonged inside the semi-trailer as part of the bomb mechanism/inner-chasis (as per Rudy's organized plans).
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