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Day Fifty-five: Escape 2

“Five minutes.”

“I know, shut up.” Ezra traced the red wire back to the control box, then started turning the box over in his hands.

“I’m just saying, you know. Keeping you up to date.” Sigrid leaned against the wall, picking at her nails with a small blade. “Just wondering if Mister Walks Through Walls is havin’ a little difficulty.”

Ezra glared over his shoulder. “Mister Walks Through Walls could leave you here to undo this by yourself, you know.”

She nodded. “He could. But he won’t.” She glanced at her watch. “Four minutes thirty.”

He turned back to the timer and ran his finger along the blue wire to the brick-sized block of C4 that was wedged against the door. If they opened it, a relay would trip, detonating the explosive immediately. As it was, they had been given ten minutes, more than half of which was already gone. The only reason he was doing this instead of her was that he had marginally more experience in disarming bombs.

Marginally. Once. And that was very nearly successful. Kind of.

He held out a hand. “Give me a knife.”

She didn’t move. “Which one?”

“Any one.”

“Big or small?”

“It doesn’t matter, just-”

“Do you want the double-edged flickknife or that new ceramic one I picked up back in-”

“Just give me a damn knife!”

She clucked her tongue. “Testy,” she said. She dropped a knife from her right sleeve into her hand, flicked it open and handed it to him. “Ceramic is best for this kind of thing,” she said. “Non-conductive.” Another glance at the timer. “Oh. Three-thirty.”

He didn’t say anything, but just started slicing wires. There didn’t seem to be any kind of booby trap in place, but he started closest to the brick and worked back towards the timer. If it did blow up, at least she wouldn’t have enough jaw left to say “I told you so.”

The wires cut, he pulled the ends out of the putty-like brick and tossed it to her. She didn’t give him the pleasure of panicking, but rather just caught it in one hand. “Nice,” she said. “But I was kinda hoping you’d hold off until the timer was just about at zero.”

“Well, next time you can do it,” he said, standing up. he tossed the knife to her, and she caught that as well. “Happy?” he asked.

“Why, about what, Ezra?” she actually fluttered her eyelashes at him. If this was her attempt at looking innocent, he couldn’t imagine why she wasn’t doing time.

“I didn’t tell you I could get out of that room back in Jersey. All right? You had your revenge, now can we just get on with this?”

She laughed, and it was about as amused as that look had been innocent. “You think I was upset about that, Ezra?”

“You didn’t talk to me for weeks.”

She shrugged. “Okay. Maybe a little irritated.”

“You. Burned. My. Jacket.”

“I was trying to clean it.”

“With kerosene?”

She smiled and shrugged. “Whatever,” she said. “The point is that now we understand each other, right? We know where all those silly little buttons are and no one needs to push them anymore. Right?”

He could leave her here. That was perfectly possible. Just walk through the wall and let her wait until someone wondered why she hadn’t blown up yet. He glanced down that the timer, which was still counting down. Two minutes. He took a deep breath. “Look. In slightly under two minutes, someone is going to wonder why there hasn’t been an earth-shattering kaboom. They will come investigate, and I know for a fact that they won’t find me here. Give me a reason why they shouldn’t find you.”

The pleasant expression melted from her face and turned into something harder, colder. “Because, like I already said – you wouldn’t.”

He had to fight to keep his hands at his sides. She really was right. He’d worked with a lot of people, had a lot of partners, but none of them got him the way she did. None of them clicked the way she did. He wasn’t ready to examine the feeling much deeper, but he knew she was right. He wouldn’t leave her.

Ezra shook his head. “Wait here,” he said. He slid through the door and, a moment later, it popped open. He stuck his head into the room. “This would be a whole lot easier if I could just bring you through with me. We wouldn’t have to worry about defusing anything.”

“Not a chance,” she said. “I’m not getting my atoms mixed up with anything else’s atoms.” She put the knife back in her pocket and swung the door all the way open. When she stepped out in the hall, she paused.

“What?” Ezra asked.

She glanced over at him. “What’s it like?” she asked.

He rolled his eyes. “We really don’t have time for this,” he said.

“Then tell me,” she said. “What’s it like?”

Ezra thought for a moment. “Ever been through a spaghetti strainer?” he asked.

“Um… No?”

He grabbed her arm. “Kind of like that,” he said, and they dropped through the floor to the room below, and the one below that. She’d probably spend a little time puking, but it would be worth it. And there’d be plenty of time to make up for it.

  1. July 15, 2011 at 11:14 PM

    My favorite part is their bickering and chatting about impossible things, like Mr. Walks Through Walls and passing through a spaghetti strainer.

  1. July 30, 2011 at 1:49 AM
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