*a timer is counting down from 20*
*a note is neatly folded on the chair, on the front of it, it reads "For Zara"*
English
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Oh great I thinks there's a bomb *I draw my katana and start searching the room*
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*The timer continuous to countdown, now at 10, with no bomb in sight or any presence of it* [spoiler]yeah, how do you like dem apples... :3[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]i enjoy it[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]-3-[/spoiler]
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Seeing the timer my heart quickens its pace. I grasp the letter and open it trying to read quickly. Over Comms: "Everyone! There's a bomb!! Get back to the ship!"
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Comms: A what!? Who the hell planted a bomb!? Oh, Jesus. Back to the ship, Zara! *Runs to gunship*