Time Is Ticking, CywrenI immediately dropped to my knees in front of the bomb.
I scrambled to remove the panel from its shell. I grabbed an opening and tugged with all of my might to no avail. Desperate, I planted my foot against the side of the bomb for more leverage. The panel didn’t budge. I suddenly saw two familiar hands grab the panel as well. Timebomb and I gave one last mighty tug at the metal frame. It gave away suddenly, sending us falling on our backs. I scrambled back up to a sitting position and took a look at the controls.
The engineering was simple. It shouldn’t take but a second to turn off. It shouldn’t. I attempted to search my memory.
Green wires connect the control panel to BEEP.
The red wire connects the BEEP and the BEEP.
Universally, BEEP wires connect BEEP.
I couldn’t think. I was shaking as if I were in the middle of the tundra. I reached out and took one of the wires between my fingers. For a moment I di