I wish I'd paid more attention when Jefferson had been going over the instructions for deactivating the bomb. Then again, this wasn't supposed to be my job. All I had to do was get Thompson through security and into maintenance. From there it was up to Ace to guide him through the maze of air vents to where the bomb was located. How the hell was I supposed to know we had a double agent? Really, this is Jefferson's fault. We knew Ace was a risk, but they'd had a past and Jefferson wanted nothing more than to give his long lost BFF a second chance. So, here I am, watching the red neon numbers count down to my death. That bastard shot out my legs so I couldn't run. I thought maybe I could find my way to the bomb using the map Ace dropped after offing himself. I could save the day for once, because I totally remembered Jefferson's instructions. There's nothing I can do now except bet on which I'll die of first. Bleeding out or blowing up, which sounds better? The beeping has gotten louder now. Marking that I have thirty seconds left. Guess it's the bomb then.
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Short StoryJust a bunch of random stories written off of prompts from a book my mom got me for Christmas last year