Chapter 6: The Bomb Squad’s Arrival
The heavy glass doors of the ambulance bay shattered inward as a specialized tactical unit from the FBI’s Hazardous Materials and Bomb Disposal Division rushed into the building. Dressed head-to-toe in heavy, matte-black EOD-9 bomb suits weighing over eighty pounds, the lead explosive ordinance technician moved with deliberate, agonizing caution.
Technician Vance (no relation to Alivia, but bearing the same resolute spirit) carried a portable X-ray scanner and a remote frequency jammer. He entered the trauma bay like a diver descending into the deep ocean.
“Status report,” Vance commanded through the integrated comms system of his heavy helmet, his voice muffled but steady.
“Active digital detonator wired to a C-4 composite core concealed inside the footwear sole,” Dr. Bennett reported instantly, remaining motionless beside Chloe. “Timer is running. We have less than ninety seconds before ignition.”
Vance didn't flinch. He placed the frequency jammer directly on the floor beside the stretcher, flipping the heavy toggle switch. A sharp, high-pitched electronic whine filled the room as the jammer flooded the area with a broad-spectrum electromagnetic barrier, cutting off any remote radio signals trying to reach the device.
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“Jammer active. Signal blocked,” Vance announced, kneeling beside the pink rain boot. He pulled out a specialized fiber-optic micro-cutter. “Chloe, sweetheart, I need you to hold onto Dr. Bennett’s hand very tight. Look at his glasses. Don't look down.”
Chloe whimpered, burying her face into Dr. Bennett’s shoulder as the heavy-suited technician began the delicate, microscopic work of severing the trigger wires before the internal countdown hit zero.
