AUTHOR'S POV

A noise came from behind, and he looked back, seeing a bird rumbling through a nylon bag. He hissed and returned his gaze to the screen.

Lucas pressed the bomb controller, his eyes locked on the screen, expecting something to blow. His gaze kept shifting from the controller to the screen. He pressed it again... and still, nothing happened.

“What’s wrong with this? Why’s it not working?” he asked Bryan, who only looked frustrated, not knowing what to say.

“What the hell is ...