Chapter 15 - THE DESPERATE GAMBLE
"Doctor, what are you doing?! You'll trigger the core!" the nurse screamed, pulling back in sheer terror.
"Sometimes protocols are written by cowards," the Doctor muttered, his fingers locating the manual release nodes.
He gripped the pulsing, alien metal with absolute, unwavering force, ignoring the searing pain of the electrical discharge.
"Five seconds... four seconds..." the automated voice continued its relentless march toward oblivion.
With a sudden, violent twist of his wrist, the Doctor tore the device completely free from the surrounding tissue.
He slammed it into a heavy, lead-lined containment box just as the timer hit zero.
A muffled thud shook the surgical suite, the lead box vibrating violently before venting a cloud of white smoke.
Silence descended upon the operating room, broken only by the steady, rhythmic beep of Sarah's heart monitor.
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Mark stopped laughing, his eyes widening in stunned disbelief as he stared at the smoking containment box.
The Doctor exhaled a long, shaky breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his bloodied glove.
