"Get out of the building!!!! There's a bomb!!!!!"
Special Agent Stubbs walked slowly and deliberately towards the building, like a salmon swimming upstream through the flow of civilians. Charlie never ran, not even in the face of extreme danger. All his Special Ops training had taught him one thing. Running just wasn't cool. Inside Charlie stopped at the fountain for a drink. He surveyed the lobby. People were still frantically running for the exits.
"Mister, you better get out of here, there's a bomb in the building". Charlie hated security guards.
"I'm here to diffuse the bomb"
"Who are you?", the security tried to look as though he was in control, but was on the verge of running out of the building screaming like banshee.
Charlie removed his sunglasses. "Stubbs....................Charlie Stubbs."
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I'm in.