The Fbi Was Firing Into the Back of the Building

By noon, the building is a tinder box. A thick layer of methyline chloride dust deposited by the c s gas coats the walls,. mingling with kerosene and propane vapors from our spilled lanterns and crushed heaters. To make things worse, a brisk 30 knot texas wind whips through the hole, ripped the building's sides and roof. The whole place is primed like a pot bellied stove with its damper flung open. Remember all those massive holes the fbi punched in the building let in the high winds of the day, increasing the odds of a fire starting. How might that fire have begun? Well, it could have been spark from