Friday, 1 June 2012

Response 3: Tick Tock

A solitary bead of sweat trickled down from his temple, dripping onto the mass of tangled wires. “Don’t Panic!” Jack thought to himself but despite the knowledge gleaned from three years of intensive bomb disposal training, he could still feel his heart pounding. This was like no device he’d ever faced before. Three hours of painstaking work had seen him successfully negotiate three trip wires and several dead ends but still the clock was ticking.
Just one minute left now. The building and immediate vicinity had long been cleared but not enough time to initiate a city-wide evacuation. Never before had a nuclear device detonated on British soil. The repercussions would be unthinkable. Millions would die, a true global catastrophe.
With seconds remaining Jack steeled himself one last time. Cut the red wire or remove the fuse? He squeezed the pliers together severing the primary power. The clock read 0:00.

2 comments:

  1. I like this one, felt at though I was there with him!

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  2. The winner, this was the hardest one to select so far. I have changed my mind many times in the last few hours, but this has to be the one. Heart stopping, reminiscent of films where the American's always save the day in the eleventh hour!

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