It had taken the entire squad sacrificing themselves at various points, but finally I was at the bomb that the Crimson Separatists had planted.
I rolled out my kit, and took a breath as I prepared to disarm the bomb. I picked up my screwdriver and looked at the bomb properly.
It was a Z-67 unit.
I dropped the screwdriver.
All this work, all this sacrifice, and it was a bomb I couldn't disarm.
I sighed, as I unscrewed the top. Only choice left was to blow it, and myself, up.
I yanked the wires.
Obviously it was a dud.
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