The Bomb and the Weight of My Choice
Patrick had gone mad, hell-bent on destroying everything to get even. I gripped the photo, my nails digging into my palm.
"Ma'am?" a teammate asked warily, seeing my pale face. "What now?"
The timer showed less than 30 minutes. I commanded, "Evacuate everyone within three miles. Link to military satellites and lock onto every city camera. He wants to send a gift? I'll show him how I unwrap it."
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I stood before the bomb, its red timer ticking: 29:59, 29:58...