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The actual bomb is pretty simple looking even if you're completely illiterate when it comes to, well, how they work. You throw bombs, you don't make them. There's about five colored wires, a timer that now reads "15:28", and two large black cylinders made out of some kind of weird metal.
[LICENSED MECHANIC + ETF TRAINING] Adam and Frank silently work together in an attempt to defuse the bomb. While Adam is the one actually doing the cutting and finicking, Frank uses his intuition to help him avoid any traps or failsafes installed.
>43!
The two disarm it insanely fast. Way faster than you expected them to. The timer barely managed to reach "14:30". "How the hell?" You whisper to the two of them.
Adam begins to put the bomb back together in an attempt to 'reset' it so you can use it later by installing new wires and fiddling with the timer. "It was super shoddy. I think this thing had a 30% chance of being a dud."
"Yeah. A lot of the material were low quality. It's clearly not a fake, that's definitely C4 in those cylinders, but none of the failsafes were even functional." Frank adds on with his own knowledge. Huh. Good thing you brought these two.
Soon, Adam resets the bomb. Looking inside, a lot of the admittedly shoddy craftwork has been tweaked and altered to be a lot more impressive than it was mere moments ago. Wires are replaced with new ones, seals are welded shut to make sure nothing leaks out, it's impressive work.
There's no way this thing is a dud if it goes off. The timer is now set at "20:00" again, ready to be used again.
>SUITCASE BOMB ACQUIRED! (Not usable in combat but very, VERY potent if given enough time to detonate. Deals 15 extra FLESH damage to everything inside an average sized room. Can destroy basically anything non-anomalous.)
You turn your attention back to Benedict. The three Cleaners are slowly backing away from him as he raises up his armblade. It's clear that he's about ready to do something everyone will regret.
[UNSTABLE PSYCHE] "You're nothing but rotten, foul meat. You deserve to be pulverized into mince meat. I'll drink your blood and use your spleen as a pie filling." His mouth is twisted into a snarl. Blood is dribbling down from his face from how hard he's biting his lips. "I'll make PERFECTION WITH YOU."
[ANOM ACTIVE] His body is shimmering with a perfected, sparkling white light. Something is changing inside of him.
"H-Hey, hey, calm down!"
"I-I think this thing is an anomaly!"
"S-shit- Wait, WHERE'S THE BRIEFCASE!"
"BENEDICT, WE'LL GET YOU SOME INGREDIENTS ELSEWHERE! MOVE!!!" Adam yells to try getting Benedict's attention.
This is enough to snap Benedict out of his trance-like state. He fucking books it. The rest of you join him not long after. The Cleaners try their best to chase after you but the four of you are far too fast for them to keep up with.
Their pitiful cries and screams for you to come back are the last thing you hear from them as your group disappears into the District proper.
