41 Folsom, New Mexico, November 21, 2130 Hrs (November 22, 0330Z)

Folsom, New Mexico, November 21, 2130 Hrs (November 22, 0330Z)

The substation was fairly well lit, which helped as Manuel Gonzales peered through the scope of his rifle. There was no wind on this night, which was good because with it being clear, the temperature would drop rapidly and it would feel much colder than the low of 27 that was predicted. He examined the substation through the high powered scope before taking aim and firing one round. The recoil of the large caliber rifle slid him back an inch. Through the scope, he saw one of the lights explode and half the plant fall into darkness. The report from the rfile been reduced to a cough and the muzzle flash reduced to nothing. He took aim again, this time at a connection on top of a transformer. He knew that the sherrif deputies were on the other side of the county, and they probably wouldnt' even show up unless someone had spotted him. He fired a second round, sliding back another inch. In the substation sparks flew as the power line carrying somewhere around 30 Kilovolts disconnected from the transformer and dangled, touching the ground and the supports for other parts of the substation, sending sparks flying. Another shot, and the other wire on the transformer flew off. This one didn't send sparks as it was the output side. Two more shots punctured holes in the side of the massive transformer, and a final round took out the remaining light. Suddenly there was a fireball as the cooling oil in the transformer was ignited by the arcing high voltage line. He disassembled his rifle and placed it back in the bag and calmly walked back to his truck; the desert behind him glowing orange. He'd have to report the outcome to the message board. He wasn't sure how many people had high powered rifles, but enough rounds would probably do the same kind of damage. He got in the truck and drove away, back toward oklahoma leaving the sixty or so people that called Folsom home in the dark.