138 Time To Move Out: Part 17

Thursday, 30th of April 2021. Garret High School. 11-A. 0930 Hours.

The explosives were semtex and it was very dangerous, but Clara handled it as if she was playing with a container of Play-Doh. It wasn't wrong that C4 and Play-Doh were kinda similar in texture, but the latter wouldn't kill you if you manage to fuck things up.

"How the heck does this kind of container goes unnoticed?" Clara asked herself as she fiddled with the wires that were hidden between the C4 and the lid of the box itself.

"No idea, but from the looks of it, someone must have fooled the students to assure them that this was some sort of Play-Doh. Well, texture-wise, it's the same," Patrick gave his hypothesis.

"Yeah, but since when someone will buy twenty kilograms of Play-Doh?" Shaddam commented as Clara was cutting some wires.

"Truly amateurs. I'll be their advisor next time," Clara pulled a circuit board from that container. It was the mechanism that was used to detonate the bomb itself. Clara put the detonator on her pocket

Clara left the room, leaving those twenty kilograms of explosives behind. Lynn was leaning her back at the door of the 11-A classroom. "Finished yet?" Lynn asked.

"Yup, I've done it. Why do you come back?" Clara asked.

"Because this is my patrol zone. Well, good luck finding other bombs. According to X-ray and Kilo's calculation. There are two bombs remaining," Clara said.

"We need someone, bring Tango's doggo," Shaddam said.

Patrick: "Tango, this is delta, requesting K-9 unit."

Tango: "I'm on my way."

It didn't take too long until Aline showed up with her dog. The dog would be used to find any explosive materials. Aline handled her dog like a pro.

"Go!" Aline told her dog to start searching for the bomb.

The dog brought them to a room, the teacher room. It was another suicide vest, but without the iron cage and the teacher was sedated. He was sleeping, most likely to be drugged by anyone who was responsible for this.

"Well, this one is smarter," Clara approached the teacher that had a suicide vest on his body.

"What do you mean?" Patrick asked.

"This one uses a pull detonator. If this bloody fucker pulled the cable, the bomb will blow," Clara took a wire cutter from the toolbox and started cutting the wires on that suicide vest.

"Soka," Aline said as she held her dog with her hands.

"It's quite easy to disarm though. This bomb depends on how the victim reacts. If he's too panicked, he can accidentally pull the wires and boom," Clara put the wire cutter on the toolbox and took off the suicide vest from that teacher body.

Nathan: "There's a VBIED on the parking lot of the school. We received a strong signal coming from a direction. If not for the signal jammer, that bomb will explode. Come here asap."

Clara: "I'll be there. Just wait."

"Any report?" Clara asked Nathan.

"Ten 120mm artillery shells with multiple fuses, this is some heavy-duty VBIED," Nathan gave the situation report to Clara.

Clara was immediately sighed. She grabbed her PDA and changed into her usual combat loadout. She decided to not use her juggernaut suit.

"If I'm going to die, I want to die comfortably," Clara said as she grabbed the toolbox from Shaddam's hand.

She walked to that pickup car which trunk was filled with artillery shells. Clara broke the car's windows to break in. She didn't want to trigger a sensor that could blow the shells if there was any sensor.

Clara: "So far so good."

Clara opened the plastic car door cover and searched for any wiring. She looked around for any wiring that should not be there since it could be a part of the detonator.

Clara: "Hmm, door is not a trap."

Clara opened the car door and started searching for the wiring that led through to the artillery shells on the trunk of the car. She grabbed her knife and cut the cover of that car chair since the detonator could be hidden there.

Clara: "Wire wire, where are you?"

Clara pulled the foam of the car and don't sound any wire yet. She pried the radio of the car to search for any wiring that might lead to the shells. It was frustrating since she was playing with something that could kill almost everyone on the school complex.

She pulled the car trunk handle and the trunk of that car was immediately opened. Clara moved to the back of that car and found the thing that she feared the most, the artillery shells that could kill them all.

She also found a gold mine. A bloody small bomb that was placed on the floor of the car. The artillery shells were placed on top of the explosives. There were also several cables that were attached to the fuse of the artillery shells themselves. Clara needed to cut them one by one to disable the possibility of the detonation of the artillery shells by the detonator, but not the explosives that were placed below the shells.

Clara: "Have all of you evacuated all of the students?"

Nathan: "We have. Bravo is on it."

Clara: "Good."

Clara grabbed a wire cutter from the toolbox. She started cutting the wires on the artillery shells. After she cut one wire, she moved the said artillery shell outside of the car.

"Help me move the shells," Clara said and Patrick approached the artillery shell that was placed on the ground by Clara.

Patrick picked up the artillery shell one by one and Clara continued cutting the wire. Clara kept cutting those wires until...

"Shit," she accidentally dropped her wire cutter into the artillery shells.

BOOM