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of cold bastards in the short amount of time I’d been with X, Sykes was one I especially remembered, but it never failed to disgust me how little they cared for human life.
I shook my head, and it was the tiny break in my concentration that he’d been waiting for.
His hand shot up at lightning speed, and his fingers wrapped around my wrist. He slammed me against the wall, dislodging my grip on the gun, and it fell to the floor, clattering across the concrete. Instead of lunging for it, I brought up my left fist and hit Gruber in the face. I favored my right, so the punch had little force behind it, and all it did was make him stumble.
Pushing off the wall, I shoved him off me, and we fell to the floor. Rolling, he landed on top of me and brought his fist down on my temple. It slammed into me hard, causing stars to burst through my vision, and the fight bled from my limbs for a split second. It was enough time for Gruber to make a break for it.
Dazed, I rolled onto my side, but it was too late. Gruber had disappeared into the containment chamber, the door closing slowly behind him with a hiss as the hydraulic mechanism engaged. Pushing to my feet, I lunged, but it slammed home just as I reached it, and my shoulder collided painfully with the solid metal.
Through the glass window, Gruber flipped me the bird before turning to the device to begin working on it. To what end, I didn’t know, but I had to get him and the bomb out of there before something awful happened.
Turning to the control pad by the door, I thumped it, but it wasn’t worth the effort. It was activated with a code and biometrics. There was no way I was getting around it. Useless .
“Jackson?” I said, activating the coms stuck in my ear.
“Here,” he declared, presenting himself.
“I’m at the facility. Gruber’s locked himself inside a containment chamber with the bomb,” I said. “Can you get it open?”
“Have you got the remote router?” he asked. “Stick it onto the system controlling the locking mechanism, and I’ll see what I can do.”
Sliding the tiny disk—which was no bigger than a ten pence coin—out of my pocket, I slapped it onto the tiny computer operating the containment chamber’s security protocol.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“Okay, give me a second.”
“I don’t have a second,” I shot back, watching helplessly as Gruber fiddled with the bomb.
“I can’t deactivate the door remotely,” Jackson replied.
Thumping my hands on the glass, I cursed loudly as Gruber disengaged the chemical from the device.
“He’s going to get away with the bomb,” I exclaimed. Glancing around, I tried to find something that could short the panel beside the door but came up empty handed. I clawed at the plastic covering, trying to pry it off. When I got my hands on that son of a bitch…
Klaxons began to wail and orange lights flashed as I glanced around, my heart pounding. “ Jackson …”
“A biohazard protocol has been activated in the chamber,” he explained, the sound of him tapping furiously on his keyboard filtering over the coms.
Biohazard? That could only mean that the chemical had been deployed, right? Turning back to the chamber where Gruber had closed himself inside, my mouth fell open as I realized his hands hadn’t been as steady as he’d hoped.
The chemical that had been released was invisible, and to the naked eye, nothing looked out of place…except for what was happening to the sole human trapped in the enclosed space with no way out.
Gruber had spilled a tiny amount of the clear liquid residing inside the bomb, and the results were disastrous to say the least.
The skin on his hands was turning red and blistering…then those blisters popped, blood oozing from the wounds. The container slipped in his grasp and dropped to the floor, shattering on the hard surface. The chemical went everywhere, coating his exposed skin and clothing, and began to eat through anything it touched.
Gruber
I shook my head, and it was the tiny break in my concentration that he’d been waiting for.
His hand shot up at lightning speed, and his fingers wrapped around my wrist. He slammed me against the wall, dislodging my grip on the gun, and it fell to the floor, clattering across the concrete. Instead of lunging for it, I brought up my left fist and hit Gruber in the face. I favored my right, so the punch had little force behind it, and all it did was make him stumble.
Pushing off the wall, I shoved him off me, and we fell to the floor. Rolling, he landed on top of me and brought his fist down on my temple. It slammed into me hard, causing stars to burst through my vision, and the fight bled from my limbs for a split second. It was enough time for Gruber to make a break for it.
Dazed, I rolled onto my side, but it was too late. Gruber had disappeared into the containment chamber, the door closing slowly behind him with a hiss as the hydraulic mechanism engaged. Pushing to my feet, I lunged, but it slammed home just as I reached it, and my shoulder collided painfully with the solid metal.
Through the glass window, Gruber flipped me the bird before turning to the device to begin working on it. To what end, I didn’t know, but I had to get him and the bomb out of there before something awful happened.
Turning to the control pad by the door, I thumped it, but it wasn’t worth the effort. It was activated with a code and biometrics. There was no way I was getting around it. Useless .
“Jackson?” I said, activating the coms stuck in my ear.
“Here,” he declared, presenting himself.
“I’m at the facility. Gruber’s locked himself inside a containment chamber with the bomb,” I said. “Can you get it open?”
“Have you got the remote router?” he asked. “Stick it onto the system controlling the locking mechanism, and I’ll see what I can do.”
Sliding the tiny disk—which was no bigger than a ten pence coin—out of my pocket, I slapped it onto the tiny computer operating the containment chamber’s security protocol.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“Okay, give me a second.”
“I don’t have a second,” I shot back, watching helplessly as Gruber fiddled with the bomb.
“I can’t deactivate the door remotely,” Jackson replied.
Thumping my hands on the glass, I cursed loudly as Gruber disengaged the chemical from the device.
“He’s going to get away with the bomb,” I exclaimed. Glancing around, I tried to find something that could short the panel beside the door but came up empty handed. I clawed at the plastic covering, trying to pry it off. When I got my hands on that son of a bitch…
Klaxons began to wail and orange lights flashed as I glanced around, my heart pounding. “ Jackson …”
“A biohazard protocol has been activated in the chamber,” he explained, the sound of him tapping furiously on his keyboard filtering over the coms.
Biohazard? That could only mean that the chemical had been deployed, right? Turning back to the chamber where Gruber had closed himself inside, my mouth fell open as I realized his hands hadn’t been as steady as he’d hoped.
The chemical that had been released was invisible, and to the naked eye, nothing looked out of place…except for what was happening to the sole human trapped in the enclosed space with no way out.
Gruber had spilled a tiny amount of the clear liquid residing inside the bomb, and the results were disastrous to say the least.
The skin on his hands was turning red and blistering…then those blisters popped, blood oozing from the wounds. The container slipped in his grasp and dropped to the floor, shattering on the hard surface. The chemical went everywhere, coating his exposed skin and clothing, and began to eat through anything it touched.
Gruber
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