“Oh God! We’ll never make it.” Eric reached in his bag for the pliers. His hands shook so much the tool caught in the fabric, slipped from his grasp and clattered on the concrete floor. “We’re dead.”
“Eric,” Brandon said.
Ignoring him, Eric fumbled for the pliers.
“Look at me!” Brandon grabbed Eric’s shoulders. “You need to breathe.”
“There’s no time.” Eric struggled against Brandon’s hold, but Brandon wouldn’t budge.
“Sometimes, the most efficient action is counterintuitive. Breathe.”
Once Eric took a slow breath, Brandon released him. Sure-handed, Eric grabbed the pliers and plucked a wire off the bomb.
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