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Chapter 26
A Fatal Accident

Ross, Brad and Caspar were on the plane chasing the plane with the warhead on, and Ross was driving the plane they were on which was unnerving for Brad and Caspar. Brad was distracting himself by playing with his wrist-epoch to make sure he had set the coordinates on it accurately as if he didn't he'd miss the plane and fall to his death.

"We've caught up. Grab them two walkie-talkies over there, we'll use them to communicate." Ross said.

Caspar grabbed them both and gave one to Brad. Brad breathed deeply "Okay, okay. Oh my, God, I got this, I so got this. I can do it, I can do it and I won't fall to my death." Brad said, trying to make himself confident and less petrified "why isn't there an easier way to do this?" Brad asked.

"'Cause unfortunately that's not how it works." Ross answered.

Brad finished setting the coordinates on his wrist-epoch and showed it to Caspar to make sure he'd got them right. "Duuuude! If you do that you'll go splat! That's too far in front." Caspar said, grabbing his arm and sorting out the coordinates.

"If someone can come up with a safer way of doing this please don't be afraid to come forward." Brad said.

"Right, that should be accurate."

"'Should be'?" Brad questioned, not feeling confident by that "oh my, God, please tell me another way of how I can stop that plane instead of doing it this way."

"The world depends on you not complaining and getting on with this so shut up and do it." Ross said.

"But what if I die?!"

Then you die. Ross thought in his head but bit back from saying it out loud. "Caspar, do you know where the transport button is on that thing?" Ross asked.

Caspar, still having hold of Brad's wrist, pressed the transport button, making Brad screaming as he disappeared in a flash of blue light. Ross smiled at Caspar "Thank you."

Brad screamed in fear still, with his eyes shut and he stopped before opening his eyes, seeing he was on the plane – at the back where the warhead was. He breathed in relief "Oh my, Christ almighty, thank the fucking lord." Brad said, being way too relieved he was alive and had actually landed on the enemy plane.

He walked around the warhead until he found the chamber which you open.

"Hey!" A voice shouted.

Brad looked over to where the voice had come from and seen someone who was obviously in charge of dropping the warhead off. "What are you doing here and how did you get on board?" The man asked.

"My friends are ass holes that's how I got on board," Brad said, and the man furrowed his brow "is this thing set to detonate?"

The man shook his head "Not yet. It will be soon though."

Brad shook his head "No it won't."

"And why's that?"

"As if it wasn't obvious?" Brad quickly walked over and punched the man in the face hard to the floor.

Why was it that easy to knock him down?

He shook it off and went to walk through the door to get to the pilot when the man grabbed his leg and dragged him down to the floor.

That's why.

Brad turned round on his back to kick or punch the man, depending on how close he was, but the man beat him to it and punched him. Brad jumped up off the floor and pushed him away violently, towards the warhead. He drew out a gun and aimed it at him "I won't kill you, I've had enough of doing that lately. Just get the pilot to turn the plane around and back to the base and don't detonate the warhead."

The man stayed silent before pulling out two guns and aiming them at Brad.

"Oh well that's not fair." Brad said.

"How about you leave the way you came in?"

"How about no."

BANG!

Brad shot the man in one of his arms, making him drop one of his guns and as he went to pull the trigger with his spare arm, Brad shot him in that one as well. He then charged over and barged him down to the ground next to the warhead. The man slowly got up from the ground, in pain because of his arms, and came charging at Brad to attack him and out of fear/self-defence Brad fired the gun twice and hit him – making the man fall forwards, knocking into Brad and sending him flying to the floor.

Brad tried to grab something to stop him from falling but his hand hit of something that felt like it pushed in and he landed on the floor.

He groaned, seeing the man dead on the floor. He got up, looking for what he just hit with his hand and the only thing his hand was next to was the warhead but he couldn't have hit anything on that.

But that was when he seen the button that makes the warhead countdown to detonation.

"Oh my, God, please no…" Brad said, hoping like hell it wasn't that he had hit with his hand.

"Detonation in eight minutes." The voice on the detonator said.

"I want my Dad."

Ross and Caspar were still following the plane in front as they waited for Brad, and Ross was still driving it, and whilst he was Caspar had hold of the walkie-talkie in case Brad tried to contact them as he wasn't driving or doing anything but sat in the chair next to Ross. "What's taking him so long?" Ross asked.

"Hey, Brad, what's taking you so long?" Caspar asked, through the walkie-talkie.

"I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad, I want my Dad." Brad whimpered through the walkie-talkie.

Ross sighed "Oh for god sake, what have you done?"

"Detonation in seven minutes and fifty seconds."

"BRAD!" Ross shouted, after hearing the detonator come through the walkie-talkie.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! There was this man and I ended up fighting him, I shot him and he fell forwards and knocked me over and my hand pressed the button that sets the warhead to detonate as I hit the floor 'cause I was trying to grab something to stop me from falling and oh my, God, I want my Dad."

"You know considering you're the son of bomb disarmers you're pretty good at making them detonate." Caspar said.

"Guys, I don't know what to do! There's nothing sharp to cut the wires with and I have no idea what I'm doing anymore! GET SOMEONE WHO DOES!"

"Caspar, use your wrist-epoch to get back to the base and go get Luke, Ashton or Joe." Ross said.

"Considering he's begging for his Dad, I'll go get Luke or Ashton." Caspar said, getting up from the seat.

"And be quick. We have seven minutes."

"No pressure." Caspar said, sarcastically. He typed in the location of the base and disappeared.

Seven Minutes and Ten Seconds

Caspar appeared in the hallway of the Armoury back at the base. He started looking around in panic when he realised where he was "THIS IS NOWHERE NEAR WHERE LUKE, ASHTON OR JOE ARE!" Caspar shouted, looking down at his wrist-epoch and hitting it before running to go find one of the three – whoever was the first one he would find out of Luke, Ashton and Joe.

And considering the three could be anywhere around the base, it could take some time, and he only had seven minutes – not even that – to find one of the three.

Joe was heading for the basement for safety and once he was in there, he couldn't come out.

Luke and Ashton were both trapped on the roof with Maxwell with no way off it unless they kill him – but Caspar doesn't know that.

And by the time he finds one of them it could be too late.

After all.

A lot can happen in seven minutes.

Next: Seven Minutes

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