“No! No! No! What the hell is this, Killian?!” Dan stared at his brother, filled with anger, shock, and bewilderment.
Killian felt the same. He quickly grabbed the toolbox he had made and examined it closely. He looked at it repeatedly, flipping it over in disbelief, hoping that what he was seeing was a mistake.
But the more he tried to convince himself he was wrong, the more he had to face the reality that the box, the size of a tape recorder, was empty without any components inside, only a few dangling wires on the outside that were useless.
“How did this happen?!”
“I—I don’t know, we agreed never to use that thing again ten years ago, so I stored it there and never—”
“So you thought because it was in a bunker, you never checked it even once?!” Dan sounded accusatory. Not wanting to
