The bomb, sitting innocently in the center of the room, seemed almost too tame to be the source of all this trouble.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
There was a blast shield in the room, large enough to protect all eleven occupants, but the truth of the matter was that no one knew who to trust.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
One of the members of the squad had been given control of the shield. They alone could choose who to save. But to bring the terrorists who put them in this situation into the shelter would be anything but wise.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
One thing remained sure: Inaction was not an option.
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I hardclaim bomb. Lynch me now and I promise that I'll kill all of you as quickly and as painlessly as possible.
People going out of the bunker in return would be appreciated