Tick Tick Tick

The man stood hunched over the device, clippers in hand. There was no ticking like you hear in the movies. This baby was all modern. Digital clock, digital counter, deadly silent. It was a simple creation, really. He'd handled worse. He wiped his sweaty palm on his suit jacket as he examined the three wires. He watched carefully where they each connected, drawing a blueprint in his head. The colors weren't normal, but that didn't matter. Any bomber with half a brain knew not to connect the wi...