The numbers kept moving.
00:09:01
Not enough time.
Not nearly enough.
Ezekiel stared at the bomb, his mind running in circles, trying—desperately—to find something, anything, that he could do. But the truth sat heavy in his chest, suffocating in its certainty.
He couldn't stop it.
There was nothing he could do.
A sharp breath left him as that realization settled fully, cold and unyielding. He had been trained for combat, for infiltration, for survival in situations where most people would break—but this? This was different.
This was something he didn't understand.
And that made it worse.
His jaw clenched as his thoughts shifted rapidly, searching for another angle, another solution.
What was headquarters doing?
They had received the alert. He knew they had. The signal had gone through—he had felt it. So why hadn't they responded yet?
Were they mobilizing a unit? Were they already evacuating the building?
