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Chapter 11

"Ok, so far so good," the bomb tech smiled as nothing happened when the wire was snipped. Carefully he attempted to lift the trunk to see what else was going on inside. He only moved it an inch or so when he realized something was still not right as he heard a clicking sound.

"They really know how to rig a bomb," he muttered. Fin didn't like the sound of that at all and he looked over at the tech, taking his eyes off the trunk.

"What do you mean?" The detective asked.

"That clicking noise is the timer on the bomb inside the trunk. I'm going to lift the lid here," the tech explained. Carefully he continued to lift it and soon the trunk was completely open.

"Sweet Jesus," the tech heaved a breath, noting that the timer said two and a half minutes and counting.

"Amanda?" Fin looked inside to find his partner. There was a bomb strapped to her chest and the bluish color of her skin made Fin nervous. Even if they got the bomb off of her, it was possible that she had frozen to death. She had no coat, gloves, or boots on and in the freezing temperatures that was not good. Quickly the bomb tech got to work assessing the situation. He feared that the time they had left would not be enough but he kept those thoughts to himself and continued to figure out how to get the bomb off of the motionless detective.

Fin didn't distract him. He watched as the clock counted down. If this was his last few minutes on the planet he hoped that Rollins knew just how much she meant to him and that he'd tried his best to reach her in time.

Thirty seconds remained and the bomb tech was still trying to figure out which wires would not set off the bomb. It wasn't a complicated bomb like some of the ones he'd seen before but the problem was the fact that the bomber has used the same color wiring for vest. Instead of having three different colors, red, yellow, and blue, there were only two, yellow and blue. The bomber must have run out of one color or something or he got lazy because he figured no one would find the bombs so what difference did it make as long as he could tell them apart. With just fifteen second left, the tech cursed and cut the wires. They were going to die anyway if he didn't do something.

The timer stopped with just five seconds to spare. He breathed a quick sigh of relief before quickly removing the vest off of Detective Rollins. Then he pointed to Fin to get her out of the building. Carefully, the detective scooped her out of the trunk. She felt as cold as ice and he rushed as quickly as he could out of the building while the bomb tech left the explosives behind and followed him out. The bomb timer may have stopped but there was no way to tell if it had been properly diffused considering the lengths the bomber had gone through to make sure that there would be absolutely nothing left of the crime scene.

"I need a medic!" Fin shouted once they were clear. Quickly the ambulance crew swooped in and took Rollins from him. They got her on the gurney and rushed toward the ambulance.

"Her pulse is thready. We have to warm her up," the one paramedic said.

"I'm riding with you," Fin told them as they loaded his partner into the bus. No one objected and they raced off toward the hospital.

"What do we have?" Elliot asked the Bomb Squad Captain, Mike Green.

"According to my tech, Walter, a nasty combination of devices. We're going to send the robot into retrieve the vest and we'll detonate it in a safety container. As for the car bomb, we may need to detonate it. I'm not sending any more men in there so they can get themselves killed," Mike explained.

"That car is evidence," Nick said, stepping in.

"What we have gentlemen is a sophisticated bomber who has a penchant for using analog timers. I'm not sending any more men in there. It's too dangerous. I've already had to jeopardize a man and two of your team. If the car blows up, it blows up," Mike put his foot down and Elliot and Nick turned from him.

Elliot grabbed his cell phone and called Cragen, telling him to get a guard on Rollins as soon as possible. Whoever had kidnapped her wanted her dead and it was blatantly obvious they were dealing with the same psychopath that had been dumping bodies.

"No way this guy does all this stuff all by himself," Nick said.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Elliot shook his head.

To Be Continued…