It was supposed to be a clean, simple job. And now it was all... screwed.
It wasnt supposed to be like this. Not at all.
He'd believed them when they said he'd get out safely. All he had to do was posiition the devices, set the timers, and leave. That was it. They'd walked him through the procedures; he knew what he was supposed to do. When they left him in the building with the explosives, he had every right to know he was going to do a good job. Theyd trained him for it. He was ready.
Then the timers didnt work right. He kept re-setting them, but they'd go back to just three seconds, every time. He reconnected the wires, thinking that would do the trick, but the timers were adamant. Maybe the ones he was using were faulty... so he replaced them. But it made no difference: they still stuck at three seconds.
Then, all of a sudden it was like he had no control at all -- suddenly the timers went red, and he only barely had enough time to jump out of the way, behind the temporary safety of the wall. The explosives went off in a single shot, encircling him in flames. And the only door was an easy twenty yards away, behind a field of fire.
It wasnt supposed to be like this.
His superiors had every faith in him. He'd been chosen specifically for this. They kept telling him that, and he believed them. When they removed his identification papers and told him to change into a shirt with the logo of the enemy, he trusted their wisdom. He understood why it was important to be seen like this.
But they left him, with broken timers and more explosives than they said he'd have....
It wasnt supposed to be like this.....
