Soap
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Thread Topic: Soap
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I nod back, I pry open a compartment and look around, it's a tangled mess of wires.
5:20:00 -
(back in 10, dinner)
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I drive as fast as legal to the next turnaround, the same one we had used earlier. I turn around there and race time back to the city.
(alright!) -
(back)
Quietly talking to myself 'the pit is in the middle, I need to disconnect the krypton switches....' starts to get to the center of the bomb. -
I'm driving fast down the highway. I look down and see my cell phone in the passenger seat. I pick it up and wonder who to call. Cops? FBI? Yes, FBI. But they sent him on this job and trust him. Yeah, but it's not like they are just going to let him die, they didn't anticipate a bomb. But, to let him die... I keep debating in my head.
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I feel inside an find a warm metal ball, plutonium. And there's a bunch of spider like wires everywhere. I start hacking away with my knife.
4:10:00 -
I finally toss the cell phone back onto the seat. This wasn't helping anything. I kept driving, hoping that by the time I got to the city, I'd have figured out what to do.
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(I may have to go soon)
I've cut most of the switches, but even two or three could start a reaction. I start looking for the power supply.
3:30:00 -
(Aw, dang it!)
I finally gave up. I got to the city and turned into the parking lot of the bulding he had pointed out on our first chase. I parked in the "public parking" section and walked in. -
(maybe some hope...)
'wait, cutting the power could surge it, detonating the bomb prematurely' I keep looking for more krypton switches to cut.
2:57:00 -
(:D)
I go in and explain my situation. Everything that happened, I tell them. I sit in one of the chairs while waiting for their evaluation. -
I rip off the wiring, now fully disconnected. I start to work on the tritium supply to cut it off...
1:59:00 -
They tell me to see the head guy and I go into an inner office room and talk to the guy that waits ont the other side of the desk, all the time wondering if Mr. Carson can get the bomb disconnected.
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I back up, and look at the time remaining: 1:30:00.... 'screw it' I go for the power supply.
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The guy listens to my story and thinks for a minute. He eventually comes up with the conclusion 'he knows what he's doing.' I glare at him and leave. Stupid people...
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