Bomb was ticking. I bit my lip, it was too late to warn civilians and evacuate the area.
Bomb was ticking. It was too late to send them away. Send my people to safety. I knew, that I have no time.
Bomb was ticking.Ticked on the chest a suicide bomber was too late to send an expert on explosives, he wouldn't probably get to this madman, before madman pulled the trigger or killed hostages.
Bomb was ticking.Yes, the assassin had as hostage all civilians plus soldiers and also his daughter.
Bomb was ticking and woman screamed helplessly.
Bomb was ticking and solution nowhere in sight.
Bomb was ticking. In just a few seconds, everyone dies.
Bomb was ticking and time was running out.
Bomb was ticking. Darkened before my eyes.
Bomb was ticking.
There was silence.
There was a silence and then everyone started to hugging and congratulating me with joy and relief. They called me "hero". What kind of hero I am?
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John Watson's bad days
FanfictionWe all have days when we are saying, that if we stayed in bed, we'd do better, but unfortunately it isn't working like that. We don't know, what awaits for us in the day, when we get up. Sometimes when we look at others people, we have no idea how m...
