"Oh...oh god..." She groans, making a note to wash her hands thoroughly later on.  She approaches the man in the bomb suit and places her hands firmly on the side of the helmet, slowly attempting to remove it, dreading what she would find after the terrible drilling she heard upon his apparent death.<em>This is like a murder show...I just have to hope I'm the heroine solving it, and not just another victim.</em>She proceeded with her plan, heart beating faster by the second.