Ian's hands flew over the gas bomb. He negated the second trigger with a loop of wire wrestled out of the intercom system. The circuit board had an unusual layout, and Ian almost missed the third trigger buried in the board itself. This gave him pause. He pulled himself from under the cabinet and hurried to the American ambassador. "You were listening to a radio before. May I see it?" "Sure," said the ambassador, handing over a custom built pocket radio. Ian was delighted to see it powered by two AA batteries. The voltage would be wrong, but the bomber might not have considered such a bypass. "What kind of gas we dealing with, Mr. Welsh? Will a wet towel help?" "Unfortunately no, Mr. Ambassador," said Ian, smashing apart the radio and scanning its components. "It's TTH. Worst blister agent imaginable. Stolen from one of your labs recently. Skin melts, lungs boil. But we won't let it come to that." He smiled and returned to the cabinet? |
