“get the fuck out of the way!” conner yelled at the van in front of him as he swerved through the afternoon traffic. the radio beeped and a nervous voice announced, “where the hell are you conner?” “i’m pulling up now!” the tires of the ford ranger squealed to a stop and conner grabbed the black tool sack from the passenger’s seat as he ran through the crowd and yelled, “coming through! get back, everyone get back!” a group of policeman pointed into the building where the bomb was. “okay, everyone get out!” conner said ripping open the bag and grabbing a pair of wire cutters. “fuck fuck fuck!” he mumbled as he noticed the way in which the bomb was rigged. a small red screen read, “00:27” and it was going down. conner wiped his forehead and took a deep breath as he went in to cut the wire:
green wire blue wire red wire
a summer afternoon
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Oooo an interactive story. Good to know where flea collars are. Unfortunately I won't be there to find them.
So Conner's colour-blindness didn't hold him back then.
hmm.. nice ending(s)! I'm trying to decide which one I like best, green, or red..
I blew up three times.
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