Part V

…Sat on a wall, a wall, a wall…what wall? A high wall, something tall…what's the tallest building around here? Or maybe not a building, maybe something else…

All the kings men couldn't put him together again…can't be broken, shattered maybe…an explosion. Great so something's going to blow up, but where did he put the bomb?

Mick ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair in frustration. A lock of Beth's hair clutched tightly in his hand, the note stuffed away in his pocket. The city was a clouded place at night, bustling crowds spilling out of department stores, like lava erupting from a long dormant volcano. Stalls were placed along the roads, their shopkeepers shouting to by passers to try their products. Flagpoles stood high, the light breeze gently flapping their colourful flags about. The flags were covered in bright colours, greens, oranges and reds, bold black writing indicated that there was some sort of parade going on in the inner city, a celebration, everyone was invited to attend.

The bridge, he put a bomb under the bridge, he's going to blow up the bridge. All those people in the parade, celebrating…I can't let that happen.

Mick slowed to a halt, turned on his heel and headed the in the opposite direction, and within minutes he arrived at his destination. Hundreds, possibly thousands of people, all dressed in elaborate costumes were engaged in some kind of dance, each masked person moved with tremendous grace and skill. Mick let his eyes scan for a glimpse of anything that resembled a bomb, but found nothing. He decided to follow his theory and look under the bridge.

Mick walked briskly to an area of the bridge that wasn't in use due to a streetlamp that failed to illuminate its designated area. Darkness, the perfect disguise. Mick climbed over the railing and slid unnoticed under the bridge, holding onto the steel frame for support, he let his vampire senses show him the way.

Behind the far left pillar, to the right. Thirteen minutes until the bomb is set to explode, he mixed the wires; DO NOT cut the red wire, cut the striped yellow and black one, located on the underside of the bomb.

Just great, thirteen minutes for me to get all the way over there, and he mixed the wires…just my luck.

Mick carefully managed his way across the underside of the bridge, he reached the correct pillar when he had to stop to rest, he pulled out a blood bag from his coat pocket and drained it in a few mouthfuls, he dropped the bag into the rough waters swirling about below him.

Six minutes left

Mick reached out to grab a section of the steel frame to use as support, when a sudden loud bang caused him to miss and loose his grip on the metal bars he was holding onto. Mick tumbled down into the dark waters below him, he braced himself, holding his breath and tightly closing his eyes.

Why aren't I wet, why can I still breathe? Why does my back hurt?

Mick's eyes snapped open, he hadn't fallen into the water, and he had instead landed upon a large barge that was slowly drifting towards the port, about a kilometre away.

And that wasn't the bomb going off, it was a damn firework being launched.

He looked up and saw something metallic reflect the light of a nearby lit up safety buoy. An idea popping into his head, he looked around before jumping straight up, his hands locking onto a metal block. An intricate device was emitting a low beeping noise; a small screen read 1:28 in bright red letters. Wires criss-crossed in every direction. Mick stirred the wires in hope of gaining a glimpse of the one he was looking for.

Under the bomb, under the bomb.

Mick reached out his hand, felt around for a few seconds before his grip closed on a tiny wire. He briefly glanced at the red digits, they read 0:32. Beads of sweat formed on Micks forehead, and wiping them off with his sleeve, he peered under the bomb, his eyes turned bright blue, the wire he held was orange. He looked around frantically searching for the correct wire, a smile playing on his lips when he found the right one. He pulled a small pair if scissors out of his trouser pocket and, taking in a deep breath, cut the wire neatly in two.

…This better work.