"Which wire Patterson! blue or yellow ", Jane yelled. She had already described the outer shell of the explosive that is attached to the wires popping out of the dashboard inside the car. Gun fire is still raging between the FBI team and Dabrazan fighters less than a block away.
"Checking! I'm checking give me a minute" Patterson raised her voice.
"We only have 4 of those on the timer so make it count" Jane yelled back.
Weller and the team was on Dabrazan trail for weeks and they uncovered Dabrazan's plan to plant explosives in parked cars across the city. They naturalized largest stockpile except the one now parked close to Meridian steakhouse in Midtown. Though the FBI managed to locate the car they did not expect to land in front of heavy fire in a semi busy street. Team had manage to keep the Dabrazan fighters at bay though it was obvious they were stoling until the timer on the explosive ticks down. Weller and the team managed to cover Jane long enough so that she can run a block down the street to the car now rigged with explosive. She shout at the man who was walking out the Meridian restaurant, "FBI stay inside and keep everyone inside. NOW NOW!" as she climbed inside the car with the explosives. It has been less than five minutes since then and Patterson was walking Jane through how to disarm the device.
"I can try to drive this thing off somewhere else" Jane suggested, purely out of need to have options.
"NO! We don't know whether the explosives is somehow connected to the ignition." Patterson voiced quickly.
"Ok Jane, looks like this one is similar to all the other devices we found this morning. So, I want you to cut the blue wire and access the panel behind it. Do you see it?"
"Yes! And Done I cut the blue and I can see the panel"
"Now open that panel"
Out of nowhere Jane could now hear the gunfire right behind the car. She tucked herself between the seats inside the car, which would buy her few minutes and tried to focus on the device.
"What's happening Jane"
"I have a gunman behind this car"
Patterson can hear glass shattering and bullets clanging against the car's aluminum body.
"Patterson keep talking!"
"Okay, we are almost there." Patterson could feel her heart thumping against her throat. It was obvious some of the bad guys came around the other side of the street. She silently prayed that Weller and the team could make back toward the car. Though Patterson kept on walking Jane through how to disarm the explosive device.
Oliver Kind was having yet another usual day. He was meeting a client in Midtown. Though he really hated the hustle and bustle in Midtown he did fancy the area closest to the harbor. It was quieter and had just enough activity to keep him interested. So he decided to venture a walk to his favorite restaurant, the Meridian.
He asked for the table by the window as usual and ordered steak, mash potatoes and cream spinach just as he always does. As he enjoyed his lunch, he let his mind wander to the pedestrians walking by. Why do people always seems to be rushing in this city and where could they possibly rush to, he wondered. Though he loved New York and its neverending energy, everyday seemed feel like a repetition of the day before. He went to work and talked to clients during the day. Then organized fundraising events in his spare time. Every person he ever met also fell into a single pattern. They all graduated from one of ten universities, Harvard, MIT or Cornell on and on. Got married and either works for corporate america or own a good chunk of it. Add to that, all his conversations also followed the same set of topics. It first start with the daily news, then it trickles to stories about the stock market followed by an amazing deal one or the other made only to wrap the conversation with something about someone's death or divorce.
"Would you like anything else sir. You should try our Moshi dessert. It's simply the best", Waitress' words brought Oliver out of his revery.
"No, thanks. The check please" In few minutes the waiter was at his table with the receipt and Oliver picked up his briefcase and was ready to walk out. He could hear sudden bursts of noises, that almost sounded like gunfire. Probably fireworks. He thought to himself. Though his mind failed to understand why would anyone light fireworks during this hour. He was still hazy with his previous chain of thought for the growing noises to worry him. Little that he know, Oliver Kind's life that's almost felt like a snowglobe is about to be shaken with a mighty force.