After the ringing in their ears from the explosion gradually faded, noisy questions came through the radio.
"Please respond! Please respond!"
"Why was there no siren at the scene? Why wasn't the detonation signal sent?"
"Why did you detonate directly instead of following procedure?"
No one answered immediately. Instead, they turned in unison toward the direction of the blast.
A moment later, the person in charge picked up the radio.
"Command, command, the scene requires support. The demolition is out of control."
"Repeating: the demolition is out of control. We need support."
"..."
The other end of the radio fell silent for a moment before responding at once.
"Wait where you are. The emergency department has been notified."
Martin seized the last moment to finish communicating with command. He knew these twenty people would soon slip beyond his control.
Sure enough, the instant he finished his last sentence, he felt a wave of numbness.
Then a sense of separation and boundaries emerged, peeling him away from the bodies of those twenty people.
Although the twenty "Martins" still clung to the Demolition Team members' bodies, they could no longer control them.
Once Martin's control was gone, their expressions instantly turned blank and confused.
"Why are we here?"
"Entrance Six?"
"Weren't we at the site just now?"
"What's going on?"
They looked at one another in bewilderment. They did not even notice the voices coming through the radio as they started talking over one another.
"What caused the demolition to go out of control? Please provide a detailed report," the radio asked.
The person in charge picked up the radio in confusion.
"Demolition out of control? We haven't even carried out the demolition yet."
Still puzzled, he glanced at his watch.
That one glance made him freeze.
The scheduled demolition time had