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It took her only a few seconds to pick the lock, then she eased open the door and stepped inside.

The container was packed with crates from floor to ceiling on either side of a narrow aisle. The packing invoices described the contents as pottery and glassware.

As she ran her scanner across one of the crates in the very back of the container, it lit up like a Christmas tree. She froze. No doubt about it, the reading was clear.

Breathing shallowly, she moved closer and saw there was some sort of timer on one side of the crate.

Bomb!

She’d found it.

“Nick, container 16002. The bomb’s in here.”

Out! She wanted out. She had to get out of here; her job was done.

She turned to exit just in time to hear the sharp bark of a dog. The door of the container crashed down. For a long moment, she stared at it in horror.

She was trapped.

Inside the container.

With the bomb.