He lay still in his chilling grave, surrounded by cold metal sheets, with only a faint string of light fingering through the crevice made by his laser knife earlier.
The silence lay still, the kid in the coffin-like junction box matched his silence outside, oblivious of what would transpire next. Boldly, he twisted his arm, forcing his thin limb to move against a constricted space, and grasped one poison bomb from his beaten knapsack.
He clicked it once. The poison bomb activated as the small LED of green light glowed inside. One footfall of a boot betrayed the silence, and then he knew. He clicked the poison bomb twice and the countdown begins, five seconds.
The metallic cover suddenly swung open. It was a security guard, black-clad padded vest, night vision visors, and thick-soled boots, with an electric baton squirming with surging current on his right hand and a flabbergasted face.
