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	put word 2 of "this"
	put "This would've been true, if the mayor hadn't realized the threat when the bus
driver, in fear of someone damaging his bus, had decided to check whether
everything was in order. When seeing the strange device, he instantly realized
that this must be a bomb, and contacted the mayor. The mayor, on her part,
called in the bomb specialists, and, because they were hundreds of kilometres
away, the intelligence team that had been dispatched to a small city near
Heidelberg. When hearing the news, they instantly jumped into their uniforms and
arrived at the site with their electronics kits. WWW had just arrived, too. He
filled them in: 'Ze bus is defect. Yoo can't drive it away. Ve've started
evacuating zis part of ze city. Vee'd preefer it not blowing up. Vee don'
eexactlee know how strong eet eez. Vee'll never get all of ze city evacuated
until the bomb blows up. Eet could explode everee second.' Hearing this, the
three went into the bus at once. The bomb was a strange sight for sure. It was a
large cylindric apparatus that looked like it had molten right out of the
steering wheel. It would be impossible to remove it without tearing the whole
truck apart. And this would've taken two hours. Especially on a sunday where
they'd have to find an car-repair service that was open first. 'Pity,' Nikolai
said, 'I just began to get accustomed to that city hall...' With these words he
started unscrewing the bomb. He knew, bombs with such a strong case around them
usually didn't have vibration detectors, still, he did it so careful, that he
could've unscrewed a sheet of paper without leaving any holes. When he was done,
he turned around to Frank who had stepped forward to get a better look at the
bomb. Frank was this team's electronics specialist: 'Do you recognize this
Swiss-Army Knife I used to unscrew the bomb?' he asked, hoping to distract their
thoughts from the imminent danger, and more to the task at hand, 'You gave it to
me on my birthday last week.' Frank carefully brushed away some threads. They
obscured a grayish-shimmering liquid crystal display. Except for that,
everything inside the bomb was top-notch technology. Frank was very lucky that
his uncle had left him with a world-wide electronics company when he had died.
He'd never had taken the time to learn electronics engineering without the
pressing need to step into his father's shoes. 'Impressive ...' he mumbled.
'I've never seen so many integrated Circuits and Digital signal processors in
one machine, and never even one inside a bomb.' There also was a tubular glass
pipe containing a purple, bubbling chemical. It was constantly under electric
current. It seemed that the fluid was part of an electrolysis. Frank knew this
chemical. It was very similar to one produced by his own company. It was mainly
used as an explosive in mining. Five minutes under electrolysis, and it was
divided into two gases, which would react with one another and then cause a nice
explosion. But this stuff was different. It must've been running for almost
twenty-three hours now. As he told the others, Niko looked happier than before:
'Great, then we'll only have to cut off the batteries and we're rid of it!'
Nikolai was surprised that Franks face darkened. 'Gottfried Stutz!' he suddenly
swore, 'There's another chemical down there!' Frank pointed at a small tube
containing another dose of the chemical. The electrolysis also kept a relais
closed. If it dropped out, a capacitor would unload some hundreds of Volts
charged until that time onto the other tube, causing an instant explosion. But
it would be less of the chemical that would react. It might only take the city
hall with it, whereas the big dose would certainly destroy the whole old part of
Heidelberg. He took a look at the LCD. It said 00:45. 'Tell them to get
everything at least 900 metres away, They have five minutes! I'll be following
in a minute.' Frank seemed to have gone a little paler. 'Yup. Will do.' Niko and
Pat jumped out of the bus and ran over to WWW: 'The only thing that can be done
is to detonate the bomb. When we override the main part, a smaller secondary
explosive will detonate. It won't trigger the main explosive substance and this
smaller explosive part would only do some damage to the city hall and to the
fountain, but the church and most importantly the rest of the city won't be
damaged.' She looked at Niko who had picked up a pair of field glasses and
looked at the bus from there: 'What's Frank doing back there? Please, tell me he
doesn't want to -- !' He instantly dropped the glasses and ran for the bus.
Suddenly, Pat realized what was happening back there. 'That idiot!' she ran
after Niko. When they were halfway there, only two-hundred metres away, they saw
Frank with a knife, cutting the wire to the main dose. With a loud bang! Niko
was knocked off his feet and thrown in the air. He panickally started waving his
hands, trying to get back down, but he was thrown still higher. At the last
second, he grabbed a lantern and held on to it. Looking round, he saw Patricia
holding on to the lantern just behind him, flapping like a banner in the wind.
'Umff!' Niko screamed. It was over. Both lay on the destroyed cobbles. Niko
tried to move. Left hand, thumb. Moves. Left hand, ring finger. Moves. Left
hand, long finger. Okay. Left hand, pointer. Hurts a bit, probably sprained.
Right hand: 'Ouch!' That hurt. Niko looked at his hand. The left one looked
okay, except that the pointer finger was as thick as the thumb. The right one
... Niko went out. Patricia stood up. She was still a bit dizzy, and everything
was hurting as if a truck had rolled over her. She tried to walk in a straight
line towards the bus, when she saw ... Frank! He lay just about three metres in
front of her. He must've been thrown that far by the explosion. Filled with joy,
she jumped towards him. And looked into his face. She held her hand over his
mouth. He wasn't breathing.

Nikolai was playing with a pencil. Doing that with your left hand isn't as easy
as it may look. These stupid doctors always wrap up broken arms so tight that
you can't even move them! He had always preferred the russian doctors. Well, on
the other hand, he'd never seen the white stuff the doc had put around his
broken arm. It looked so strange. Strange. Just like Frank on that table. For
hours they'd been cutting and mending him now. And every time you thought they
were done, they found another broken bone. The explosion of the bomb hadn't hit
him as hard as it should have. The city hall had been pulled down by this
explosion in a snap. The bus had been pulverized like it was made of sand. And
Frank, speaking proportionally, hadn't even been scratched by that bomb. He'd
gotten away with no rib in his body unbroken, a slightly fractured skull and a
leg that was broken at least five times, several deep cuts from glass and wood
that had been flying around like pieces of shrapnel, but considering that a
wheel thrown from the bus by the explosion had literally cut a squad car in
half, Frank was perfectly well. After all, he should've been dead. Patricia
couldn't believe it as well. She just stood there and looked at the doctors.
Niko had tried to talk to her several times, but the only things that showed
that she was still alive was the rapid movement of her eyes, and that she was
the first to see the doctor coming when he came out of the emergency room. 'How
--' The doctor interrupted her with a strict gesture of his hand. It had been
like this every time he'd come out of the room in the past half hour. He was
exhausted. His dark face glistened with sweat like Toronto lake when sun sets.
Just that the latter couldn't possibly contain that much water and didn't have
black hair on top. 'For what I can say as a physician, he's out of danger now'
Patricia's face visibly lightened up 'But I can't make any complete dialgnosis
until the genetics specialist we called in is here.' 'Genetics specialist?'
Nikolai asked. He was surprised. 'What does that have to do with Franks
injuries?' The doctor's brown eyes went from Pat's face to Niko's and back and
forth several times before he began to speak: 'We've got evidence that Frank's
DNA has been mutated by gases freed during the explosion.' The doctor said,
visibly looking uncomfortable. Then he continued: 'Chances are, that he'll be a
vegetable, or ... No. I ought not speculate. I'm sorry. I can just tell you that
he is not out of danger yet. You might want to talk to our staff psychatrist.
She always gets newest informations and is better at giving it to you. I'm too
pumped out to be of any help tonight. I give you my best wishes.' With these
words, doctor L'Kelom slowly walked down the corridor. 'Thanks doctor ... !'
Nikolai yelled after him, but he didn't hear it anymore. The best physician
currently in Heidelberg, who had always been a strong, youthful man, walked away
like he'd just aged fifty years in these six hours. Niko turned around. Pat
wasn't at the window to the ER anymore. Where was she? Then he looked at the
couch standing opposite to the window. There sat Patricia. Crying." into theText
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