Bill strained against the door, pushing against the horde of terrorists clamouring to get back in. Their shouts from the other side combined into something unrecognisable and difficult to parse.

In the meantime, Becky did her best to ignore the cacophony, and considered the device in front of her.

The timer had just thirty minutes left ' had it really taken that long to get here? ' but every training bomb that Becky had previously defused on her own had taken at least three times that. The ones where her father intervened didn 't help, especially now that he wasn 't

there.

'Any luck? ' Bill called over to her as he continued to push against the door, and Becky jolted.

'Shh, I 'm analysing it! ' She waved him off. 'This is an extremely complex operation, you know. '