“Well, he isn’t talking,” Jordan said.
After a bit of interrogating, Jordan had finally gotten fed up with the man and knocked him out. When he had tried to strike up a conversation with the man while the pipe fixing was getting done, the guy had tried to run off. After spending a lifetime with explosives, Jordan had noticed the components and trigger pretty quickly.
“I’m all turned around down here,” Jordan sighed. “Do either of you know what someone would want to bomb from down here?”
“Shouldn’t we let the bomb squad deal with this?” Steve asked, but the man’s eyes flicked back and forth as he muttered street names under his breath.
“Jordan is as good as the bomb squad,” Vire said. “You sure he set a bomb, though?”
“Yep,” Jordan answered. “I’ve dealt with enough sloppy bomb work to know how much I hate them. They’re a real pain to try to dismantle. It looks like it is set off by trigger, but you can never be too sure.”
“Great. So we should probably go and find it.”
“Are you as crazy as the incompetent fool?” Steve asked.
“No,” Jordan said. “More.”
“Works for me,” Steve sighed. “Give me a few minutes to try to figure out how far he could have gone. I know exactly where everything underside meets the topside.”
Jordan began rifling through the unconscious man’s pockets as he waited. After a while, he got a better idea as to what kind of explosives to look for. It definitely looked like a trigger switch, but he could never be positive with sloppy bombs. The guy had no radios, which alluded to either a timer or a planned moment of detonation. If this guy was a part of a large group they might have rigged several bombs. Though, Jordan had to admit that the guy did not seem like he was working for a large group.
“Okay,” Steve said. “There’s about three possibilities that I can think of, if you’re a total incompetent fool.”
“Let’s go then,” Jordan said.
“What about him?”
“I’ll tie him up,” Jordan said with a grin.
“Let’s set his watch ahead,” Vire suggested.
“Why?” Steve asked.
“Well, if he does have a timer…” Vire started.
Jordan finished her sentence. “He’ll panic if he thinks it’s close to detonation time.”
“You two are one scary couple,” Steve grumbled.
After Steve’s favorite incompetent fool was tied up, the three moved through the tunnels. Jordan got turned around in seconds, but Steve seemed to be navigating the tunnels without a second thought. After about twenty minutes, though, they had found nothing. Steve had actually turned from two different routes because he could tell that nothing had disturbed that area of the underground in years. Still, it felt like they were running out of time.
Jordan had never liked that feeling. Years of experience with explosive had taught him that the feeling was pretty dead on. Still, he kept himself pretty calm. Panicking always led to needless explosions. He liked needless explosions, but in moderation and under his control. Jordan figured there was no need to worry until his hair started standing on end.
“Last possible place,” Steve muttered.
“Why is it always the last place?” Jordan asked the echoing walls.
“Well you stop looking after that,” Vire answered.
“Rhetorical question.”
“Well, can you disarm it?” Vire asked as Jordan bent down and started carefully poking at the hodge-podge of wires.
“Did this guy learn bomb making from movies?” Jordan demanded. “It’s a waste of good wire.”
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