This bomb was nothing like the cutting-edge devices they’d encountered before.

This time, it was more intricate, more cunning, with an arrangement that was both deceptive and, upon closer inspection, almost childish.

Yes, that was the word—childish.

Atop the delicate balance lay a common spherical dog toy, the kind that shouldn’t be nudged in the slightest. A mere touch could set the whole thing off.

But who the heck puts a dog toy on a bomb? Especially one that squeaks.

“Vivienne, what’s the situation in there?” Percival could only peer through the crack in the door, unable to see the full picture.

Vivienne held a pair of scissors in her hands, the familiar sight of the wiring giving her a sense of déjà vu.

Percival, getting no response, called out again, “Vivienne?”

Vivienne shook the scissors, “All good.”

She got down on her knees, scanning the rainbow of wires before snipping one decisively.

Tick!

The toy fell off the balance, rolling across the floor and ending up under the desk with a soft thunk.

“Come on in,” Vivienne said, placing the scissors on the table.

The bomb wasn’t inherently difficult; it just appeared dazzlingly complex. In reality, it was still the red wire.

Percival entered, realizing he was sweating bullets. He had defused a thirty-second countdown bomb in his heyday without breaking a sweat, but this had unnerved him.

It wasn’t until he heard Vivienne’s voice that he understood just how frightened he’d been.

“It’s not a new type of bomb, just an ordinary one with a fancy setup. Looks tough, but it’s just a smoke and mirrors act.”

arms around Percival’s neck, her alluring gaze warming him like the

burying his face

Percival

like we

time Felix kidnapped the students from Class Eighteen

in Percival’s

not your fault.” Vivienne gently patted his back, “This is the enemy’s tactic. I’ve defused it, and this little trick

on earth. And if anyone wanted to take her life, they’d have to get past him

when Vivienne was truly in danger, his belief wavered with

held each other tightly, their heartbeats

Tick-tock… tick-tock…

broke the silence in

eyes narrowed as she located the

beneath the desk. It was now pressing on the

defunct bomb activated a countdown, rapidly ticking down

off guard, with no time to

Percival shoved her towards the

on the door,

knew what he intended

to shield the blast with his

kicked at

TCL lab were made of top-grade materials, impervious

far corner, using his body as

he wanted was to buy Vivienne a

and kicked at the door

Bang!

followed by a sound akin to a popping balloon. Vivienne’s mighty kick had obliterated the

the momentum, charging

“Mr. Wolf!”

his shirt torn at

looked downright comical for the first

Yes, comical.

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