The red laser of Julian’s shotgun rested perfectly dead-center on the Old Man’s forehead. The air in the subterranean corridor was suffocatingly thick, heavy with the smell of cordite and blood. "Drop the detonator," Julian rumbled, his voice a demonic, vibrating force of nature. He didn't flinch. He didn't lower the weapon. The Ice King did not negotiate for the lives of his children."Or what, Julian?" The Old Man smiled, his thumb pressing firmly against the black switch. "You pull that trigger, my thumb relaxes, the circuit completes, and the ventilation shafts above your children collapse. It is a simple, flawless mechanism. A dead-man's switch."Maya stared at the small, black device in her father’s hand. The amnesiac would have broken down in tears. But the Queen of Thorne Tech, her memories completely restored, looked at the device with the cold, terrifying precision of a master architect. She noticed the tiny, rapidly pulsing green LED on the side of the detonator casing.
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