Writing-prompt-s says:

You pinch your nose, talking into the phone. "Ok but, hypothetically, if there WAS a bomb in front of me…" "Then you should call the bomb squad." "Right, but, uh, hypothetically, let's say the bomb squad was still thirteen minutes away, and I only had seve- UHH, Six minutes left?"

And a little help from Womble.

'John?'

'Yes, Gordon?'

'Um…'

'Gordon, you're supposed to be on holiday.'

'Yeah…about that…'

'Why are you – no, scratch that. Tell me what the problem is.'

'Hypothetically, if there was a bomb in front of me…'

'Then you should call the bomb squad.'

'Scott, Virgil – we have a situation with Gordon. You're needed urgently.'

'Right, but, uh, hypothetically, let's say the bomb squad was still thirteen minutes away and I only had seve-UHH, six minutes left?'

'Then we might need to re-assess your understanding of the term 'hypothetically'.'

'Scott, Virgil – you have four minutes.'

'Describe what you are seeing, Gordon.'

'Um, it's a box. It's ticking.'

'Okay. I assume the clock is visible.'

'Oh yeah. Digital. Um. Five mi…Is that One?'

'Yes, Scott and Virgil are almost there.'

'Gordon?'

'Yes, Virgil?'

'You should be running.'

'Oh…OH! Bye!'

One screamed overhead and Virgil plummeted from the cargo bay, a heavy box in his arms. Scott had One hovering exactly where he needed to be, and as Virgil dropped he turned the box over, allowing the nanocrete to fall directly over the bomb, smothering it.

'Three and a half minutes.'

By now Virgil was on the ground, using his laser to cut out the floor. He unhooked the cable from himself and hooked the bomb up instead.

'Two minutes, Scott. You're good to go.'

'FAB, John, Virgil.'

One once more screamed away as Gordon joined Virgil, watching their brother disappear.

Scott shot away over the ocean. He didn't have to go far

'One minute.'

'Drop it now, Scott.'

'FAB, Virgil. Bomb's away.'

Pulling One into a steep climb, Scott shot her forward as a plume of water shot upwards. He grimaced to himself. Gordon would not be happy at the damage to the ocean, but at least no one died.

'John? Damage report as soon as you can. Virgil, Gordon? Everyone alright down there?'

'FAB, Scott.'

'No injuries here, Scott.'

'Bomb squad have been informed.'

'Excellent, John. I'm on my way back to pick you up, Virgil.'

'Er, Scott?'

'Yes, Gordon?'

'Can you fly me over the area so I can see the damage?'

'Sure. Virgil, are you able to liaise with the bomb squad?'

'Absolutely, Scott.'

Flying Gordon over the ocean, Scott reached over and squeezed his brother's arm.

'Well done for keeping a level head, Squid.'

'Of course I did!'

I gotta say though, you couldn't even have a weekend on Fiji without an incident?'

'Well, we are Tracy's, Scott. It's kinda our thing.'

'That it is, Gordon. That it is.'