He finishes the last bit of taping and then steps back to look at his handiwork. Yeah, this really isn't the best safety situation, but they don't have a choice. He swallows, clenching and unclenching his fists to get ready.
He glances back at Lydia, making sure that she's back behind the table. "Okay."
He grabs the final ingredient and quickly pours it into each jar. He's got seconds if his calculations are correct, so he's grateful when his hands remain steady until the very end. He runs back towards the table, jumping over it and landing hard on the ground, before scrambling to shield Lydia from as much of the blast as he can.
One second passes. Two. Three.
Nothing happens.
"Do you think--" But he's cut off at the sound of popping glass and a bang that seems to shake the entire room. Suddenly glass, door screws and the smell of acrid smoke fills the room.
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He glances back at Lydia, making sure that she's back behind the table. "Okay."
He grabs the final ingredient and quickly pours it into each jar. He's got seconds if his calculations are correct, so he's grateful when his hands remain steady until the very end. He runs back towards the table, jumping over it and landing hard on the ground, before scrambling to shield Lydia from as much of the blast as he can.
One second passes. Two. Three.
Nothing happens.
"Do you think--" But he's cut off at the sound of popping glass and a bang that seems to shake the entire room. Suddenly glass, door screws and the smell of acrid smoke fills the room.