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The heavy door shuts behind me with a dull thud, and I take a quick glance around the room. It’s bare, cold, and reeks of damp stone and dust. No windows, just four concrete walls and a single overhead light that flickers every few seconds. Classic Garamond hospitality.
The guards outside shuffle in place, their shadows stretching under the doorframe. They’re not taking any chances by leaving me here alone, I see. Letting out a sigh, I take off the heavy suit jacket and lay it on the bed. I carefully open the inner lining, inspecting the bomb that’s ready to blow at my command.
Everything looks good — straps secure, detonator tucked safely inside the lining, the small device nestled right where I need it.
Just a few more hours, and this will all be over.
I can’t h
