Methos watched Brian as he walked about his bedroom. He inched toward the house, still out of range to be sensed. His eyes caught the portrait, and an evil glint went to his eyes.
He dropped the duffel bag that he'd brought with him, and pulled out the three Molotov cocktails he'd put together using the gasoline from his car. He had to be close enough to be sensed in order to throw them. So he took one readying breath, lit them, then took a running start and hurled one right into the open window of Brian's bedroom. Sending the portrait a blaze almost immediately. He tossed the other two inside the downstairs windows after he'd broken them, setting those rooms on fire as well.
The element of surprise was blown. But the effect it would have on Brian's mood would be worth it. Anger would make him sloppy. And Methos planned to use that to his advantage. He made his way to the doorway, back pressed against the outside of the house, so that Brian wouldn't spot him, only feel his presence.
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He dropped the duffel bag that he'd brought with him, and pulled out the three Molotov cocktails he'd put together using the gasoline from his car. He had to be close enough to be sensed in order to throw them. So he took one readying breath, lit them, then took a running start and hurled one right into the open window of Brian's bedroom. Sending the portrait a blaze almost immediately. He tossed the other two inside the downstairs windows after he'd broken them, setting those rooms on fire as well.
The element of surprise was blown. But the effect it would have on Brian's mood would be worth it. Anger would make him sloppy. And Methos planned to use that to his advantage. He made his way to the doorway, back pressed against the outside of the house, so that Brian wouldn't spot him, only feel his presence.