Caleb was kicking, his face bruised and bloody.

“How many?” Daniel asked, his eyes darting to the ceiling.

“More than one,” I said. “They’re on the main floor.”

“The perimeter alarms didn’t go off,” Daniel said.

“They had the codes,” Caleb laughed, spitting blood onto the stone floor.

“Who did you hire, Caleb?” I demanded.

He just smiled.

“Push his face against the scanner,” I told Marcus.

Marcus grabbed Caleb by the hair and forced his head toward the door.

The red light of the scanner flickered across Caleb’s eye.

The machine beeped once.

A red light turned yellow.

“Press his thumb to the pad,” I said.

Daniel grabbed Caleb’s hand, forcing his thumb onto the small glass plate on the keycard.

The card beeped.

The yellow light on the door turned green.

The heavy steel door clicked and swung open.

Inside, a massive metal box was bolted to the wall, wires spilling out of its base.

The digital display on the bomb was counting down.

*01:15.*

“Which wire?” Marcus asked, holding Caleb tightly.

“The keycard has a port,” I said.