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Grady O'Shea sat on a stool in The Bunker. Not a bar as his fellow bomb squad members allowed outsiders to think, but a huge basement that housed IEDs--improvised explosive devices--the squad had recovered from call-outs.
The "bar" was an L-shaped workbench where squad members could take apart these homemade bombs to find out what made them tick, what made them go boom and, sometimes, what made them malfunction.
The malfunctions were what interested Grady most. What would disrupt these deadly devices so he could use that knowledge to save lives and prevent destruction of property?
At times--like now--everyone else had gone home or was on a call. Leaving Grady alone to tinker. These were the times he loved best. Just him and the product of a destructive maniac's imagination. He might not be Superman facing the actual terrorist, but he was still defeating evil by rendering its tool of fear inoperable.
(Excerpts from Chasing the Legacy, copyright Genene Valleau writing as Genie Gabriel)
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