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(Edit: ok, this happens during the ensuing firefight. Mith is at the bomb on the truck.)


If Mithias' had a heart, it jumped into his throat in terror as the alarm went off on the timer. Finding himself still alive, and not 90% incinerated in a dumpster like last time, he was momentarily relieved, but as far as he knew, they only had mere seconds of existance left. Mithias had lived through a giagantic explosion once, waking up to find himself in a capsule in a mad scientist's lab. That whole debacle had been hell.  

But hopefully, history wasn't about to repeat itself. He saw Hank drop down. "Ah! My idea isn't going to happen if we die right now. You've got to pull yourself together Hank. You built this bomb. You have to disarm it. Trust me. I swear I will make it worth your while."

Mithias ran over to the bomb to see if he could figure out how the hell Hank had rigged it. His chance of disarming the thing was less than Hank's, and he scowled at it. "Even if we start running now, we'd still likely die, and all those people will too. But that isn't going to happen. We are not living with that shame. Death before dishonor." Mithias kept scanning over the wires, trying to quickly understand them. He was serious and pissed and truly relentless. He tried to find the power to the timer and see if it had any trap failsafes on it. "I don't know how fast I can do this. I can tell you from experience, getting blown up is not fun."