Time seemed to have stopped.
William stared at his hand squeezing the switch, thumb firmly pressing the button. His eyes darted to the bomb in his other hand, wondering how long it was supposed to take for it to blow up. Both his energy and his darkness were swirling around him, ready to protect him from the blast, but nothing seemed to be happening.
A second passed. Two. Three.
Willam's gaze darted to the General who looked just as shocked. His shoulders had caved in and he had taken an involuntary step back as if preparing to flee. When the bomb didn’t detonate, the General’s gaze darted from the vest to William. As their eyes met, the shock and panic on the bald man’s face vanished and pure loathing settled in.
“Fire!” the General shouted, pointing at William and the others.
Willi
