Bombing Existence

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Check under every door.

Nothing.

Study people.

Nothing. Well suspicious.

Place ear on every door.

Nothing.

'Tick tock tick tock'.

The sound of a bomb.

What's the rhythm?

Da do da do da.

It's close, soon even. So close to exploding.

"Argh, sugar plums." I breathe to myself.

"Excuse me, but can you please move?" Someone asks, I turn around to see a dark haired male around my age.

"Not if you want a bomb to explode." I smile grandly.

"A what?!" He asks urgently.

"I said a bomb." I tell him dead straight.

"Okay, maybe get out of this place then." He lightly laughs, a line of sweat breaks.

"Sven." I whisper under my breath.


"Where?" The guy whispers quietly afraid. He's one of Sven's minion thingys.

"Your one, eh?" I look him in the eyes. He shakes his head.

"Of what?" He asks, worriedly. He's already broken his cover.

"Cut to the chase, how close?" I ask him urgently,

"15 minutes." He looks at me, scared and afraid.

"It's alright, I'm not going to kill you." I assure him. He shakes his head.

"No but he will." He nods to somewhere behind me.

'Bang!'

A bullet just misses me and takes place in the guy's leg. He crouches to the floor in a heart beat. I turn around and see an old guy, around the age of 50 holding a gun.

Everyone freezes and then they start freaking out.

I rip my gun out from my pocket and aim at the guy, then shoot.

He drops to the floor, a bullet to the heart.

"Help!" The guy lets out a shrivelled cry.

"Shh." I tell him and look down at his leg. It's not the best, I can see the bullet.
I need to get it out.

"This may hurt." I warn the guy.

"Azar." He says. I look at him.

"Pardon?"

"My names Azar." He says in pain, holding his wound and squeezing it.

"Amazing name, my names Myra." I tell him smiling, trying to get his mind off of the bullet.

"Beautiful." He compliments.

"Thank you." I say to him, he nods. I extend my fingernails so it's like tweezers, long ones.

"Now, I'm not kidding this will hurt." I assure him. Niles is sitting against the wall, his big eyes watching me and Azar.

"Okay." Azar squints his eyes in pain. I laugh slightly, I haven't even begun yet.
I place my fingernails on either side of the bullet wound and push in. I've got a secure grip around the bullet and at the bottom.

I pull.

He screams.

I drop the metal weapon on the ground.

My nails shrink.

"The blood." He looks around himself, he hasn't lost as much blood as I thought he would, he may be able to walk...
Maybe.

"How do I get through the door?" I ask him.

"Use this pass." He barely lifts his leg up and shows me the pass. I nod and open the door.

"10 minutes, now." His voice is fading, not much time.

"How do you turn it off?" I ask him. He shakes his head.

"All terrorist bombs have an off switch." He nods to the side of the bomb. It was metal with red and yellow wires wrapped all over it.
A real bomb.

That's activated.

I turn the switch and the bomb flicks off.

"Few. That was simple." I puff out air.

"It's not the only one." Azar warns me.

"Of Course it's not." I drag out my words.

"Only in 'Straya." Azar laughs, I laugh with him.

"So what are you guys called?" I ask him, while searching for bandages.

"9 minutes, Myra." He warns me. He's gaining strength back, which is a good sign.

But 9 minutes to deactivate how many bombs?

It's not gonna be easy.

"How many bombs?" I ask him.

"4 more, 5 all together."

"Kay, do you know where?" I ask.

"Yep." He pops the p. Hey! He changed the subject.

"What are you guys called?" I ask him, again.
Ah ha! Bandage!

"Gutt." He says simply, yet disgustedly.

"Oh." I say, I quickly run over to him and wrap his leg up tightly. I couldn't find a splint or anything that was like it, so he has to just keep it straight.

"You should call the police." Azar informs me.

"Won't need to. The hospital already has." I tell him.

3 bombs down, Azar can walk. Without help.

3 more minutes.

"I need to leave you and Niles here and run." I warn him, the police are already on his way because of Azar's shooters death. They would see the bomb one way or another. Everyone's in lock down.

"Sit here." I order him. He told me where every bomb is. I'll find it.

"Fine." He mumbles grumpily. I nod and sprint.
It's over on the other side of the hospital.

Three lefts and then a right.
Third door on the left.

Bingo.

Bomb.

Switch.

Explosion...

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