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“Why would there be a bomb?” Wills said.
The circled it, trying to figure out what it was.
From his position in the excavator he could see the police cars coming over the hill. He’d calmed down a bit now; he knew Lockie was probably right, but he knew the police would take the safe off and they’d never know what was in it. It was the not knowing that annoyed him; a lifetime of never knowing what could have been. He smiled to himself, swivelled the arm around and brought the bucket down on the safe. Sparks flew as metal met metal, again and again and then the door flew open. He jumped down from his can and went to look.
Click here for the original news story. When I read it, I cared more about the dilemma the people who found it had than the fact it had been found. Hence my story.