Dr Hastings Monologue

The mission was soon to begin. Fletcher and Marcel, along with the rest of their Unit were to breach through the main entrance, while the other Units would go through the sides of the warehouse and through the back. All leaders of each Unit were given some sort of intercom so that they could communicate. Fletcher had heard one of the commanders announce that they were ready and another voice responded, “Begin.” The leader put his intercom away and pulled a breaching device from its cartridge. Without being said, they all backed up as he attached the device to the doorway. Without hesitation, he detonated the charge. BOOM! Debris and dust flew everywhere. And just like that, they were

As I arrived at the next safe spot, I said "See? That worked well. Lets do it again!" I started to unload and gave him his signal. He ran, I ran. He ran, I ran. We continued that method until he reached the wall of the bunker. He stepped out a foot, gave me the signal, and I ran my final run to the bunker. As I was running I pulled the pin, and chucked the ovoid object through the bar across the front of the bunker where no concrete was. I ran into the wall below it, crouched and covered my ears. I felt the explosion rattle my lungs and opened my eyes and looked up. There was a German soldier hanging, dead, half-in, half-out of the bunker, covered in soot from the explosion of the

Within moments, everyone was alerted and moved like grease lightning to safety. Reacher had managed to take the package out back and sat it gently on the ground. The Bomb Squad was there almost in a snap.

The prisoner on the very left began crying, sobbing like a child. The Captain was not swayed by his weeping. She continued. “There is one bullet in this gun,” she said, overwhelming the faint cacophony of gunfire that murmured in the background. “One by one, I will point this gun at your heads. One by one, I will pull the trigger. All you have to do to stop me, is tell me the location of your nuclear devices.”

On Wednesday 25th, 2017 I stop at Chevron gas station to get the gas. While I was getting the gas, I remember that the “Bomb of the week” is due tomorrow, so I got the gas, repark my car, and went inside.

this boy got me all smiley, damn I think there's something wrong with me—wait that's just feelings something I ain't used too.

and they have lethal forces authorized” said francisco “Yes about that run” said joe Joe used a plastic spoon bomb they ran to the plane and got into the plane to find the gopher sleeping “go go go” joe screamed the plane engines roared to life the gopher was awake now the plane chugged down the runway the army was getting the witze back after the bomb “That was a nice bomb carlos,” said joe “Thanks’” said carlos they got into the air and had no clue where they were going (carlos thought well that's typical joe) he did say it cause that is a good way to get spoon through your

The two opened the patrol car's trunk and discovered that a gas grenade had exploded. Coughing, Buff picked up the grenade and threw it alongside the road. The two coughed all the way back to Ozark.

He’s knows I’m in this building. If I pop my head out of the corner, he’ll put a bullet in me. I need to find a way out of this building. Let me vault over the window, sneak my way out of his sight, and throw a grenade. Alright, I managed to escape the building. Now I need to execute the final procedure. Precision is the key with this grenade. I pull the pin and chuck it onto the snipers porch. The grenade goes off. Finally, the mission is a success! Wait, what’s going on? Where are the big neon lights and streamers saying I won? Pop! The sniper had escaped and shot me from behind! A message pops up on the screen, “Game over!”

There once was a quote by George Bernard, it says “There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it”. This quote may sound a little confusing at first, but after thinking about it, it actually makes a lot of sense. Most people spend their entire life, or at least most of it, searching for one thing. They aspire to one specific thiing and that’s all they know. They want it, they need it, and once they finally get it everything will work out and be perfect. We get our heart set on a specific thing, and if we never get it; it’s like we will never really know what we are missing out on and will never be truly fulfilled. Not getting one’s heart’s desire is a true tragedy.

“How much further?” He asks as another bomb explodes shaking the tunnel, Freddie gets moving as fast as possible to reach the exit. The building shakes yet again followed by still another blast. With the dust, falling all around one more good blast potentially could bring this old relic of a building rattling down on the both of them. However, Michelle pays the constant blasts and the unsteady integrity of the tunnel no mind.

They began to slip and slide. All of them slid together into one big ball and slid out of the capitol building. They slid down the steps and just kept going because they were in motion and they stayed in motion because no outside force was acting upon them. They slid all the way to the police station where the police were able to unlock all of the innocent citizens and make room for these criminals. Mr. Friction then had to focus on defusing the bomb. He ran up to it and there was only ten seconds left. He had not idea how to defuse it. Suddenly he thought that he could stop the friction of the components in the bomb and that would stop the bomb from exploding. He began to think very hard and use his power. The bomb ticked down closer and closer to zero. He was sweating furiously as intense music began to play out of nowhere. The bombed ticked down from 3… 2… 1… BOOM! Just kidding. Nothing happened. Mr. Friction's plan worked and caused the bomb to defuse itself. Mr. Friction could not believe it and was thrilled. The mayor was untied and thanked Mr. Friction. The citizens of the city surrounded Mr. Friction and began to chant his name. They had to begin to clean up the

Meanwhile, Jack was getting ready for the Secret Mission, Well Blart was watching Paul near the telephone pole, he was talking to his boss about catching Blart and Paul. “We’re going to need a really secure cage”, Paul said. Blart ran up to Jack and said, “We’re going to need more equipment now that the mission is compromised. Blart started getting on the secret clothes. Jack was in the dog house creating gear with a machine, Blart made a long time ago out of dog cans and trays. The machine carved things in a great way. Blart calls it the Carvenator. It’s a name he came up with a long time ago. Meanwhile Blart was going check on Paul. Paul was creating a really thick steel cage to trap Blart and Jack in. Paul’s phone was ringing, ”Hello,” said Paul. “Do you have the cage ready?” said the boss. Paul said, “Yes.” “Good,” said the boss. Blart ran over to Jack and said, “Paul finished the cage and he is going to try to catch us soon!” Jack ran over to Blart, “We need to finish the gear quick before he catches us!” Jack went back in to the Carvenator and started to get back to work. Blart went to go search in the garbage can for some foods and drinks, He found a couple strips of bacon and a cup of water, enough for Jack and himself. Blart found two rats on the alley way trying to get a piece of cheese from a garbage can. Blart was desperate to help them but didn 't have enough time. After, Blart gave Jack

His hands got sweaty grasping the bomb in his hand, if only he had time. Mathu ran towards the ocean, barely throwing the bomb into the sea before it exploded. He said, “Why did I just make that simple mistake cutting of the red wire and now I'm going to get fired s***.” While he returned to the bomb squad department, he got called into the manager's office, knowing this was the end of his career. There was a significant SLAM on the desk as he opened the door.

“Oh I forgot. It says, Don't stop, don't give up. Move the chest to uncover what you want to see. Follow the tunnel to the end to see a very best friend. But hurry, tick tock, the clock has almost stopped. Truly Yours, The Killer.” Once again my heart started to pound in my throat furiously as if the little drummer boy was living inside me. When I was finished reading the note, I shoved it into the back pocket of my jeans to save if I ever needed it later. “Come on. We got to get this chest out of our way so we can get to where we need to go,” I tell Emery as I start