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[after_march]

This is April O'Neil. I need...someone. Have to diffuse this bomb. Please. I'm at the playground. And--just keep the kids away. God, don't let any of them near the playground, okay?

[The Malnosso have finally returned April O'Neil, bruised up and battered and wrapped in what looks like a vest of charges and wires. There is a timer attached to it,

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[Voice/action?]

[after_march]

Does "EOD" training mean getting this bomb the hell off me? [April is standing VERY still by the slide, her voice nearly a whisper.]

[Action]

[after_march]

Not really. [Speaking in urgent tones.] They had me blindfolded, and they weren't telling me anything.

[Action]

[after_march]

[April watches, fascinated even though she is still plenty terrified.]

Common procedure for who, total maniacs? [But then she shuts up to let her work.]

[Action]

[after_march]

Yeah--yeah, actually I do. There's pressure, just here. [April points to just above her belly.] Like something's stuck under there.

[Action]

[after_march]

....No. April continues to watch, fascinated. This is calming her down more than any concerned messages over the journal: seeing how something works, how this soldier or whoever she was was methodically taking it apart, bit by bit. It was amazing.]

[Action]

[after_march]

O-okay! [April takes a deep breath and waits for that count. Not out of the woods, yet.]

[Action]

[after_march]

Three. [April whispers the final count along with Daisy and tries to slither out as ordered. Every thought is bent on making this work, on NOT giving in to the Malnosso and choking at the crucial moment. Maybe this was what it had all been about. Ever since the nightmares and the sleepwalking--their mockery of her lack of control.

Slowly, carefully, she pulled both arms free and walked away.]

[Action]

[after_march]

[April releases a huge breath when she sees that Daisy has this.]

Am I--you were incredible. Who are you?