It was 1 of those days where Hetty was thankful that all of her years of working out had given her such a calm head. Otherwise, there's no way she would've gotten through days like this without some kind of bad reaction.
1 second. That was the amount of time that was left before the bomb would've gone off. 1 second further, and all 4 of her agents would've been blown up, and Sam had deactivated it just in the nick of time!
She knew her team was very skilled at avoiding death, but sometimes. She worried very much that 1 day, the incredible luck they all seemed to have would 1 day run out, and they would be dead.
Breathing a heavy sigh, she went back to her office to get herself some Scotch.
'Heavy is the head that lies the crown.' Granger remarked when he walked in.
'More like the head that has to witness her team just barely escape death by 1 second.' Hetty replied.
'It's never easy when we have to watch our own survive instead of us doing the surviving.'
'Cheers to that.'
Then they had their drinks in silence, thankful to still have a team that was alive, but also shaken up by how close they came to losing them, and hoped that the next day would be easier.