“Yeah, you’re an engineer, not a member of the bomb squad.” Mark said. He probably wasn’t helping, he probably was doing the opposite of helping but what was to be expected? “Here…” He muttered taking the mirror and holding it up so he could put both hands to good use. Mardon watched as he fiddled with the collar, not hiding the cringe on his face or the fact that he was noticeably leaning away…
“Mardon. I’ve made bombs and I’ve diffused them. The only reason something would go wrong is because I’m slightly drunk. But I’ve worked under more pressure before, so its nothing.” Cisco laughed as the man arched away from him. He finally got the screwdriver into the slot and began turning it. “Plus, I’m not diffusing it, just taking it off my neck. I wouldn’t risk diffusing it while it was still on my neck. I’m not that stupid.”
Cisco backup 