Dean held his head firmly. What the hell was that? That bloody person really smacked his head. He stood up from the ground. Something felt heavy on his chest, he then looked at the thing that was attached to his chest.
'Ah, shit…'
Someone attached a bomb vest to his body. He wore a magazine rig filled with C4 charges that would probably blow him away so far to the sky if not defused. He then looked at the quick release tab of the magazine rig, it seemed that it would immediately blow off if it had been taken out.
'What do we do?' Myra appeared in her usual form again, worried about the current situation with Dean.
'Either solve this problem, or I'll get blow-off to the roof. Are you even an EOD?'
'No, I ain't an EOD.'
'Then I'm pretty much fucked at this point.'
