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"Keep turning it," Sue whispered, "but very carefully." Her eyes were wide, her words pronounced with crisp clarity. There was a lot at stake, not to mention their lives. Paul gave her a quick glance, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He kept a steady grip as something in the threads of the jar began to grind; probably dried explosives. New beads of sweat popped up accompanied by rapid heart rate and shallow breaths.
"This could get interesting," Paul said. Sue noticed his arms shake a little. The just had to get the lid off to get the detonation wires out of the solution. At least that is what she felt was the correct action.
"Almost there, she said, "you're doing great." and Paul was. Most people would have tried to find a way to escape their captivity, wasting valuable time, but not Paul. He was one who took on the best solution, regardless his personal fear.
As Paul turned the jar lid, he thought about how they even got into this predicament in the first place. After all, all they did was try to ask a suspect a few questions about a murder; never mind he was a Don for the Bernardi family. Perhaps they should have done their homework and they would have discovered that the Bernardi family liked private investigators even less than the feds.
The lid came loose; Paul gasped. He looked to Sue since this was her plan to diffuse the bomb. "What now?" he asked.
"Gently, slowly, lift the lid straight up," she said as she leaned forward. He great plan involved grabbing the leads as Paul lifted to make sure no wires crossed and there wasn't any accidental sparks. He didn't feel that was an issue, but he was willing to save his battle for another day.
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