Secret Weapon Chapter 22

So Disarming and Charming

Author's note: Okay, I am really excited about this chappie! Lots of action and some humor, remember to enjoy yourselves!

I really aim to please. Except when I'm shooting arrows at my enemies :p Then I aim to please myself :p

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ARGUS Aircraft from Warsaw Poland to Star City.

"Awwww shit!" Emily exclaimed.

"Aww don't feel sad, Emily. At least you lot won't be lonely. Do disarm the bomb and then the POTUS goes Kaboom first. But feel free, enjoy the inflight booze and you all go Kaboom happily drunk! Toodles!"

"Aaaargh!" Emily screamed and only her father's firm arm stopped her from throwing the phone across the plane.

"We might need it to trace them, or Abby and Sabrina may help us call them back for some negotiation, Ems."

"Yeah I know, but could they come up with a lamer version of a nickname?! It literally made me puke in my mouth a little."

"Besides, now we have the POTUS on the line, thanks to Lyla via Sara and he wants to talk to you, Emily, specifically."

"Hang on. Before I talk to him…. No wait, I'll tell him myself. Connect me, on speaker."

Sara did as she was told.

"Mr President, hello, Emily Carson here, what a wonderful day we would be having if we weren't threatened by madmen."

"Ms Carson, I do not know what you are thinking but we are willing to give you every kind of support, we do not negotiate with terrorists."

"I know Mr President, I know, but they gave us no room to negotiate. We both get blown up either way. They made it clear. If we had been given a choice, my team and I would blow up in a second, but they said we all go kaboom, again, in their words, either way."

"I know this seems like an impossible situation, but you have people on your plane proficient with disarming explosives, am I correct?"

"Yes, more than proficient."

"And I understand you are very emotional right now. You have family and friends there, do you not?"

"People I love beyond my life," Emily admitted.

"Well, Ms Carson, so do I. What do you think our strategy should be?"

"Well I am no expert, but what I've learned from the people I've worked with, it is best to disarm the bombs at exactly the same time because disarming one bomb only causes the other or both to explode anyway. You surely have bomb experts in the Whitehouse, Mr President?"

"I sure do, but we are still searching for the bombs themselves."

"So are we, Sir. For now we can prepare phones to take photos of the devices, to make sure they are identical or similar and then turn on live video to cut the right wires at precisely the same time."

"Well, Ms Carson you have your task cut out for you. We have explosive sniffing dogs, while you-"

"Have me, Malcolm Merlyn, Mr President," the Dark Archer cut in. "From their previous explosions, I know they tend to use C4, which I have been on the receiving end of, so the smell, is literally ingrained in my bones."

"I'm glad you survived, Mr Merlyn, and good luck in your search."

"It's my honor to be of service, Sir," Malcolm said, and he, Sabrina, Abby and Gibbs ran off to search for the explosives..

"He's gonna be okay, Ems," Tony said, putting his arm on her shoulder.

"Emily, I need you to stay focused now okay? You and your people will be coordinating with me and my people here on locating and disarming the bombs. Have you ever done this before?" The President asked.

"Disarm or coordinate? I've done coordinate."

"That's good, thats good, it's okay. My people and the sniffing dogs are on their way to search the Whitehouse."

"Ok, my team are on their way as well. Bri, Gibbs, lift the cameras a little, move them around so we don't miss any place they could have hidden it," Emily said.

"Keep going Ems, you're doing it like a pro," Tony said in a low voice, keeping his hand on her arm, watching the tablet connecting them to what was going on in the Whitehouse and the cameras there, John Carson also watching, helping him not to miss a beat, packing a Beretta 92F in case someone on the plane came to interfere.

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"Whoa whoa wait," Malcolm said.

"What's up?"Sabrina asked.

"I can smell it, it's in this vent, hand me the screwdriver."

"What if it's connected?"

Gibbs moved forward, "Let me shine a flashlight on it."

A few moments passed. "It's not connected."

Emily started with the intel:"Mr President, Abby here is sending you the video she's recording of the device, so your team can compare, while Sabrina is searching the rest of the plane for other devices."

"Roger here, Agent Carson. My team may also have found something. Images coming up now."

"I think we hit the jackpot," Gibbs added, noticing the C4 connected to a cable set.

"Same here, sending you the video, Emily. Explosives expert Jake Sullivan here,"

"Nice to meet you, Jake, keep them coming. Abby, help me align them."

"I can do that, she's busy with the recording" Sabrina said.

"I've cleared the rest of the plane, Mr President, less space here, have your team rush it on the Whitehouse, more space to cover."

"Roger, Ms Snow, on it!"

They aligned the images and the bombs looked identical.

"Emily, Ms Snow, we only found this bomb, the rest of the Whitehouse is clear. We are very sure," came the President's voice.

"Okay there is a 40 second time trigger here," said Malcolm.

"Same here," Sullivan gasped.

"Okay; Malcolm, Sullivan we cut on 5 starting now, the yellow wire," Gibbs said.

"Dare we ask why the yellow wire?"

"I've seen a similar type before so, don't question, just cut. 1, 2 3 4 5….-"

Cut and…, no explosions.

Emily ran like mad to hug Malcolm, the people in the Whitehouse laughed with relief as well.

Emily grasped her phone from the pile Gibbs and the others had put aside and dialed back Cayden's number, putting it on speaker.

"Hello, who is there?"

"Your worst night nightmare as of now. Chasey Caydens, Cayden Caseys, whatever the f*ck you choose to call yourselves, pick a bloody name!" Emily said in a sweet stewardess voice. "Hear that silence wherever you are? That's your explosions going pfffft, like a failed fart. And the only sounds you will hear when we put you into cells or wring your necks on sight. Dealer's choice if you are in doubt. Toodles!" She disconnected with the same charming voice.

Tony grabbed onto Gibbs as they doubled over laughing.

So did John Carson, grabbing his daughter into a hug.

So did Malcolm and Oliver, so did Abby with Sabrina.

And the rest of the crew on the plane and the team in Washington.

"Ms Carson I can really say I don't know what to commend you for more. Your courage or your sense of humor!"

"Well, Mr President, I'm sure you are proficient enough in speeches to figure it out."

"So what do we do now?" Sabrina asked.

"I'd say champagne in the main room, then we trace those sons of bitches from the phones," Tony suggested.

"Bri and I are already running a program, it will alert us when we get a hit." Abby said.

"I'm game with the tracking and the drinks, just remind me I was sober, not hallucinating when I d' spoken to the POTUS himself;" Emily said.

"And helped coordinate the disarming of two bombs," Gibbs added.

"While being very charming." Tony piped up. "You're the bomb whisperer now, Emily," he added as she laughed.

Author's note:

So here it is: action and humor, hope you liked and do review! Next chappy coming up!