This bomb was nothing like the cutting-edge devices they'd encountered before.

This time, it was more intricate, more cunning, with an arrangement that was both deceptive and, upon closer inspection, almost childish.

Yes, that was the word-childish.

Atop the delicate balance lay a common spherical dog toy, the kind that shouldn't be nudged in the slightest. A mere touch could set the whole thing off.

But who the heck puts a dog toy on a bomb? Especially one that squeaks.

"Vivienne, what's the situation in there?" Percival could only peer through the crack in the door, unable to see the full picture.

Vivienne held a pair of scissors in her hands, the familiar sight of the wiring giving her a sense of déjà vu.

Percival, getting no response, called out again, "Vivienne?"

Vivienne shook the scissors, "All good."

She got down on her knees, scanning the rainbow of wires before snipping one decisively.

Tick!

The toy fell off the balance, rolling across the floor and ending up under the desk with a soft thunk.

"Come on in," Vivienne said, placing the scissors on the table.

The bomb wasn't inherently difficult; it just appeared dazzlingly complex. In reality, it was still the red wire.

Percival entered, realizing he was sweating bullets. He had defused a thirty-second countdown bomb in his heyday without breaking a sweat, but this had unnerved him.

It wasn't until he heard Vivienne's voice that he understood just how frightened he'd been.

"It's not a new type of bomb, just an ordinary one with a fancy setup. Looks tough, but it's just a smoke and mirrors act."

seriousness in his eyes and subconsciously suppressing a smirk. She looped her arms around Percival's neck, her alluring gaze warming him like the first ray of sun on a winter's day, "Mr.

embrace, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her reassuring

Percival was

like we haven't been through

from Class Eighteen had been

flashed in Percival's eyes,

gently patted his back, "This is the enemy's tactic.

woman on earth. And

danger, his belief wavered with fear. This

tightly, their

Tick-tock... tick-tock...

broke the silence in

narrowed as she

beneath the desk. It was

a countdown, rapidly ticking down to single

Vivienne and Percival were caught off guard, with no time

shoved her towards the door and quickly

on the door, "Percival, open up, OPEN

she knew what he intended to

with his

kicked

lock of the TCL lab

the bomb in the far corner,

buy Vivienne

deep breath and kicked at the door

Bang!

cloud of smoke enveloped the office, followed by a sound akin to a popping balloon. Vivienne's mighty kick

the floor from the momentum, charging through

"Mr. Wolf!"

was smeared with dust, his shirt torn at

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