"What have you done?"

"I armed the bomb," Suit said. "It is set to explode in mere moments. Unless I stop it."

"Let it explode," Wax said, holding up the Bands - metallic strata weaving across the triangular chunk of metal. "I'm pretty sure I'll survive it."

"And those below?" Suit asked. "Your friends? My captives? From the sounds of it, they're fighting quite vigorously for their freedom. How sad it will be to see them vaporized by an explosion I've been told should be enough to destroy a large city all on its -"