Longshot was on his way to the police department where the one who bomb threat was being held. He was reading the file of the suspect, and it didn't quite make sense... Human male, no obvious reason to hate omnics or those who supported them, not enough technical skill to put a bomb together... Either someone else put it together, and he was the fall guy, or something bigger was going on...

"We're here." The officer said as the transport landed on the roof of the station. Longshot nodded, got up, exited the craft, and entered the building.

--a few minutes later--

"So, Mr. Monticello... James Monticello... Odd name... Where's the bomb?" Longshot asked... The man just looked straight ahead, sweat on his forehead. "Fine, who built it?"

"I did."

"Bullshit. I've gone over your entire record. Not only are you not smart enough to build one, you have no reason to. Who built it?"

"I did."

"Why?"

"I..."

"Cat got your tongue? Can't come up with a simple lie? Who built it, and where is it?"

"I don't know who built it. They said if I didn't do what they wanted, they'd kill my girlfriend..."

"I will do a lot worse to you if that bomb goes off and kills civilians. That's a promise."

"It... It's in the bay. Near the old wooden ship."

"The Independence?"

"Yeah, in a barrel near the end of the dock."

"Thank you." Longshot said as he got up to leave. When he was out of the room he waved for the chief, a large balding man, to follow him. "Get his girlfriend in protective custody, just in case. I need a ride to the docks."

"Take the transport on the roof." It'll get you there in no time.

--A short ride later--

Longshot stopped the transport at the end of the pier, set it in hover, and ran out of it looking for a barrel. Luckily there were only three there. He knocked the first one over and saw a device strapped to the inside. He quickly pulled it out then took the cover off of it... Only to find a note on the inside cover.

The note read: "Good luck disabling the bomb. Though even should you manage to, a chemical agent will release and begin altering the dna of all those around. We shall give you a hint, there's a reason we had it placed near the water.

"Fuck..." Longshot said as he finished reading the card. He looked for a timer of some sort, and found a flip up screen. It had what looked like a chemical formula, and a timer at 17:31 and falling. He clicked on the screen and tried calling Angel, to see if she might understand the formula at all.

"Hey, you. How's it going?" She asked as she popped up on screen.

"Got a quick question for you... Do you know what kinda formula this might be?" He asked as he held the bomb in front of the camera.

"Is that the bomb?"

"Yep."

"Oh god let me check..." She said as she opened her database. He stood there waiting for a few minutes while she checked. "I don't have anything like it in my files at all... I'm running simulations now..."

"Take your time, I've got fourteen minutes before it explodes or spews that shit out..."

"How much is there?"

"Let me check..." He said as he carefully pulled it apart. "About a twenty ounce bottle's worth..." Is that a lot?"

"Mein god... You need to get that out of Boston now! Even if the bomb explodes, it could alter the dna of everything for miles!"

"The note says it was put on the docks for a reason. Does it break down in water or something?"

"Yes, but it would need to be exceeding deep for the bubbles to break down before they enter the atmosphere."

"I have an idea you'll hate." He said with a smile. "I've got a police transport here, right? I fly out over the ocean, deactivate the bomb, and program the transport to go the the bottom of the ocean, and jump out before it goes under!"

"That's only assuming the chemical doesn't get released the moment you stop the bomb from going off..."

"...eh, I'm going with it. Love you."

"I love you too, be careful."

"I'm leaving my rifle, coat and hat here. Be about impossible to swim with them on..." He said as he set them down on the pier. "Call you later, Sweetheart."

"Be careful. Don't get yourself killed."

"Hey, remember, heroes never die" he said as ended the call. "Well, let's hope it goes that well..." He said as he walked onboard the transport and piloted it out to the ocean.

He got almost five miles out when he halted the craft and set out working on the bomb. "Who built this thing? An old cartoon coyote?" He mumbled to himself as he followed the connections to their chips, and to the explosives themselves. He finally found the wire to deactivate the bomb and cut it... Only to watch as the screen changed from a countdown timer, to a redheaded women in a robe. "Who the fuck?"

"Congratulations, you've deactivated the bomb, though, as the note said the chemical will still release regardless. You have fifteen seconds after this video ends to get this device to a deep enough point in the water that the chemical won't make it to the surface." Longshot made a mad dash to the controls and forced the transport to a sharp nosedive into the ocean aiming for the breaking portion of a wave for his entry and bracing for the impact. The vessel hit , but he kept his grip on the controls forcing it deeper into the water until the water finally short circuted it. The pressures of the water started making the craft groan as the front windshield shattered from the stress. Longshot tried to swim into the flow of water, but couldn't make it. Suddenly he heard a loud beeping noise, then a loud explosion as he was forced into the side of the transport. The last thing he felt was his head slamming against the side...

--Two days later--

Mercy stood on the end of the pier, next to the Independence, tears streaming down her face. The city Mayor, a middle-aged woman with streaks of grey forming in her black hair, walked up to her. "I'm so sorry for your loss..." For what it's worth, we plan on building a monument at the start of the pier dedicated to his sacrifice."

"Thank you."

"With your permission we would like to use some of the things he left here before taking off displayed for all to see."

"I think he would like that. Here, take his rifle and hat. He had those longest." She said with an attempted smile, only for more tears to fall.

--Six months later--

The city of Boston erected a statue of Longshot at the end of the pier, with a plaque that read:

"We, the people of the city of Boston, hereby erect this statue, and the display behind it, in the memory of the young man who saved the lives of everyone within this great city. May it stand forever and give us hope that there will always be those who will stand and fight for the people's right to peace."

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