At that very moment, Dan and Nettie burst onto the Captain’s Bridge again.
‘You should be in the cells!’ snapped Bolfass,
‘They shot straight at the enemy!’ Corporal Inchbewigglit appeared behind them. ‘That’s why the mercenaries ran off!’
‘We’ve got to do something about the bomb!’ cried Nettie. ‘It says this will be its last countdown,’
‘That’s terrible!’ exclaimed Bolfass, looking very grave indeed.
‘Yes! It says it will explode this time!’
‘You aimed directly at the Blerontinians?’
‘Isn’t that what you’re meant to do?’ asked Nettie.
‘Not it is not!’ exclaimed Bollass. ‘We have a strict moral code! My dear lady! I’m sure you didn’t mean to actually aim at them?’
‘Well of course she did!’ Dan was getting a bit short-tempered. ‘It was the only way to stop them. What are we going to do about the bomb?’
‘They ran off like zippo as soon as they realized Nettie was firing at them!’ exclaimed Inchbewigglit enthusiastically.
‘I shall have to put you all under arrest!’
‘Captain Bolfass,’ said Nettie in her most charming voice. ‘We are ignorant of your ways on Yassacca, and can only react as Earth people, and on Earth, I’m afraid people aim to kill and maim each other. That’s what weapons are for. I don’t like it – but that is how it is. We didn’t mean to infringe your code of honour – we just tried to save you and the Starship from the loss adjustors. Now listen…’ And she flipped on the mobile phone.
‘Nine hundred and twenty-two…’ The bomb was still counting.
‘We’ve got about thirteen minutes!’
‘Very well,’ said Bolfass, still stern-faced. ‘We shall have to apologize to the Blerontinians.’
‘But they were trying to kill you!’ exclaimed Nettie.
‘That is because they have no moral code that forbids them,’ replied Bolfass, with undeniable logic. ‘I shall write the letter of apology as soon as I get a spare moment.’
‘If we don’t do something about the bomb,’ exclaimed Dan, ‘we’re all of us going to be nothing but spare moments!’
You are right!’ said Bolfass. ‘I shall have it defused at once!’
Nettie insisted on being with the bomb while it was defused. ‘I feel I owe it to it,’ she said, when Dan tried to dissuade her. ‘Besides, if it goes off, it doesn’t matter whereabouts on the ship any of us are.’
The Yassaccan bomb disposal expert agreed, as he put his tool bag down beside the bomb.
‘Four hundred and thirty-four…’ said the bomb.
‘Hi, bomb!’ said Nettie.
‘Four hundred and thirty-three…’ said the bomb. Nettie somehow knew that it was not going to let itself be interrupted. This was the last countdown.
‘How are you feeling, bomb?’ Nettie asked.
‘Please don’t talk to it while I’m defusing it,’ said the bomb disposal expert. ‘It could be dangerous.’
‘Have you got enough time?’ asked Dan. ‘Four hundred and thirty-two…’ said the bomb. ‘Depends,’ said the bomb disposal expert, unscrewing a metal plate from the cabinet ‘If it keeps counting at this speed I should be OK, but sometimes on the last countdown they can speed up. This is a 8D-96 Full Force Mega-Scuttler – if it were an 8G or even a 9A we’d be fine. They put a servo-control mechanism in to stop that problem. But with the SD, well… you just never know… Ah! This seems to be all in order…’
While he had been talking the bomb disposal expert had removed the metal plate and exposed a dull red button which read: ‘DEFUSE THE BOMB’.
‘Fortunately on the 8D they still included this automatic defuser – just to make it simple for us bomb disposal experts.’ He pressed the button. Immediately the bomb stopped counting. There was a pause. Then a siren went off, the red button saying ‘DEFUSE THE BOMB’ lit up and started flashing, and a glass cover slid across the button, preventing anyone from touching it.
‘Wait a mo… said the bomb disposal expert. ‘This doesn’t seem to be quite right…’
‘Congratulatlons!’ said the bomb. You have successfully defused the 8D-96 Full Force Mega-Scuttler. The Mega-Scuttler, however, is linked into the intelligence cybersystem of this starship, and unfortunately that system is currently incomplete. The bomb has therefore gone into Default Mode. Please refer to manual.’