[center][h1][color=ec008c]Ira Riese:[/color]
[color=dodgerblue]Streets of Denver[/color][/h1][/center]
Epsilon found a collar on each hostage, and frowned at the implications. She had been hoping it was one bomb that she could move into a position where it wouldn’t harm anyone, but this complicated things. Epsilon stared at the device, hoping for the familiar feeling of her power activating, but it didn’t work. Instead of the telltale click of gaining knowledge, the feeling of a kaleidoscope changing to binoculars, she instead stared at the collars uselessly.

Dean-Er Martyr, told a hostage that it might hurt a bit, and Epsilon glanced over to see him attempting to bash the collar. Her eyes widened in surprise, as she watched, but she didn’t move to stop him. She had no idea if it would work, though she hoped it wouldn’t cause a premature detonation. Epsilon knew, vaguely, that there were two major types of bombs when it came to detonation: A lack of an electrical signal caused a detonation, and the presence of an electrical signal caused a detonation. Unfortunately she knew of no way to identify which the collars were, or even if they were a mix of the two categories. What she did know was that if they didn’t find a solution soon- Nevermind, best not to think about that.