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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

Worry was not a look Helena got on her face often, nor did it usually accompany losing the pallor of her skin. But when she did get it, it was usually a very bad sign. Not much in the world could cause Helena to react this way, but this was certainly not a good sign. Being trapped in the Warehouse with some type of bomb was not exactly a good thing. Helena wasn't exactly sure why this piece of masonry was hooked up to a bomb, though it perhaps had something to do with one of the two World Wars she'd missed. The details of the wars were still a little sketchy as far as Helena's knowledge of them went, but she'd learned enough to know both wars had decimated Europe.

Helena was walking at a faster pace because this was a race against time. They could dismantle this bomb and get out of here just fine. They had to. When she heard Myka call to her, Helena rushed over to the barrel, bracing herself for sparks that didn't happen. "Bollocks," Helena cursed, sharing that look of disbelief with Myka, Helena took a breath. "Okay, that didn't work. So what can diffuse a bomb connected to an artifact? What can either diffuse the bomb or contain the explosion?" She looked at Myka, mentally running through the list of artifacts she knew about. Was there something in the Warehouse they could use to diffuse this bomb? Helena glanced around, taking in where exactly they were in the Warehouse. "What about something that can cancel out the destructive capability of the bomb?"

There was an answer to this problem, and Helena wasn't about to give up. So she was just starting to rattle off ideas as they came to mind in hopes they might trip something in either her memory or Myka's for what they could use. There was always a way out of this. They weren't going to die here today if there was anything she could do about it.