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It was just like typical every other day in Seoul, South Korea. The blue sky shone to its brightest like never before. Foamy clouds drifted slowly along the sky. As it was the Mid day the roads and the bridges were bustling with all sorts of conveyances. Very similar in a manner to ants crawling behind eachother in a uniformly linear way in the perspective of a bird's eye view. A City filled with numerous Sky scrapers and Modern structures across, within a observable range, All crammed together within a tiny region. Regardless of how hectic it would have seemed, it was a rather relatively Peaceful day.
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A telephone chimes in.
Someone picks up the receiver. A women’s voice could be heard distinctly from the other side.
“AN EMERGENCY!”
The voice spoke out loud with a sense of fright clearly evident on it,
“There is a Bomb in the No.143 Bus. And it’s currently heading towards the River-crossing bridge. The license plate number is_ STA 0325. You have to somehow halt the bus now. There are some passengers in...”
A slight hesitation could be heard through the voice but the speaker continued, “I just got off, But there are other passengers Inside with the Bomb, And they are in Danger.”
As the owner of the voice was trying their utmost to give details about the Bomb in the above mentioned Bus, In which The No.143 Bus appeared to have contrasting yet vibrant colours and jammed with comical art designs on its exterior, complimenting eachother in a cartoonish way. Moreover it was slowly heading towards the river-bridge, The one caller had notified about as to where the blast could occur, While it was passing through an another uniquely constructed Squarish arch bridge.
The caller continued with an Urgency, “Augh... About 7 or 8- I can’t make it clear to you now, But Please do whatever within your power to stop it, Before its too late!” There was a brief pause yet again,
“Kim Seung-Mi and this is my phone number.”
And the call cuts off with a sound of beep.
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Hum of the Engine becomes slowly dimmed of the said No.143 bus as it arrives to a stop at a Cross road, Upon the Red light flashing from within the Traffic-Lights signaling the vehicles to Stop. In the surrounding proximity, a few pedestrians are crossing the road, some cautiously while some carelessly, A Deliveryman is wearing his helmet back again hurriedly after picking up an order to deliver from a nearby restaurant, At a distance, A Fuel-tank truck and a Fire truck are approaching the cross road from the other end.
Seconds later, A sleek black car arrives at the backside of the Bus. It belonged to a guy who was supposedly a father, with his kid at the backseat, Who was more invested in playing with Mini toy cars. To pass time until the light changes its colour back to green again, The dad decides to have a small talk with his kid at the back. Wanting to know if he was hungry or not since his Wife would be furious at him for starving the kid. The kid nonchalantly shakes his head saying no without looking at his Dad. The Dad turns backs to face the front, placing his fingers lightly on the steering wheel while clicking his tongue.
The kid slightly disinterested looks up and notices the Huge rather uncanny bus that’s in front of him, Amused. “Dada?”... The guy didn't turn back but it was clear that he was listening in as his ears slightly twitched, “Yes? Son. Do you need anything?” Dad asks the boy expecting it to be , Him asking to eat the biscuits because he could presumably be hungry. But instead the son points at the bus upfront and asks him, “Can you buy me that?”
The dad slightly let down by his expectations sighs, “Why a bus? You have plenty of little toy cars at home, like the brand-new ones I got you, The fire truck and The ambulance that could flash lights, Do you still need more of them for your toys collection? You could play with the new ones for awhile... Instead of that how about this? I could buy you, Your favourite snacks. At least that’d be more worth it” He replies back to the boy with the last sentence almost in a low voice so only he could hear it. He turns his head to the side to observe the unchanging traffic signal.
The son however, didn't whine nor say anything back to him. Very much contrary to how usually, other children his age would react...
But, he stares intently at the Bus up his front while flittering with the toys on his lap.
Few moments later...
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The Bus Exploded.