💥 BOMB Tech 💥 Girly Girl who just happens to be good at disarming Explosives 💥 Call sign Expo 1 💥 Head of the Bomb squad Unit 💥RP Account 💥 Sinful ~ writer tag 💥RTs appreciated

But if you ask me, there's no better way to live… After all, in a world full of sparks, I'm the one who decides what ignites… ~TBC~

moments when I stand on my apartment balcony, overlooking the glittering skyline, blonde hair whipping in the wind, knowing I've made this city a little safer… Sure, the job's taken its toll.. missed dates, strained friendships, the constant hum of vigilance in my mind… (c

fool anyone… Evenings? Debriefs, reports, & the occasional nightmare where I relive the ones we almost lost… But it's not all adrenaline…There's the quiet satisfaction of teaching rookies, like the young woman who reminds me of my old self, wide eyed & eager…Or the (c

high stakes threats, training endlessly in our fortified bunker on the outskirts of the city….Mornings start with briefings over black coffee, analysing intel from across the globe… Afternoons are simulations suiting up in heavy gear, practicing diffs on replicas that could (c

dismantled a whole arsenal… Now, at 28 I lead the Bomb Unit at the Metropolitan Police Department… It's my kingdom of controlled mayhem… My team calls me "The Blonde Bomber" behind my back, affectionately, I hope… We handle everything from hoax devices to (c

That night, as the team celebrated, the captain pulled me aside... "Kid, you've got ice in your veins” Promotions came fast after that… I climbed the ranks, earning scars & stories along the way.. a close call with a car bomb that singed my hair, a warehouse raid where we (c

where skyscrapers kiss the clouds & danger lurks in the shadows…I was just a junior tech then, but when the lead expert froze under pressure, I stepped up… Heart pounding, sweat beading on my forehead, I traced the circuits, neutralised the device with seconds to spare… (c

for big bucks, I joined the police force… Why? Bc I wanted to be on the front lines, protecting people from the monsters who twisted science into terror… My first big case was a bomb threat at a downtown bank in the city… my city now, the sprawling metropolis where (c

internship with the ATF, where I learned the real deal.. disarming IEDs in controlled environments, analyzing blast patterns, & realising that one wrong wire could end everything… It was terrifying, exhilarating…I graduated top of my class, but instead of going corporate (c

College was my launchpad… I majored in chemical engineering at MIT, diving headfirst into explosives forensics & demolition theory… That's where I met Professor Harlan, a grizzled ex military guy who saw potential in my relentless questions… He pulled strings to get me an (c

chaos… By high school, I was winning science fairs with models of safe, simulated blasts using baking soda & vinegar on steroids…Teachers called me a prodigy.. classmates called me weird… But I didn't care… I wanted to understand how something so volatile could be tamed…(c

I was always the odd one out in school…. Beautiful blonde hair that turned heads, but I spent my lunches buried in chemistry books instead of flirting with the jocks…Explosives fascinated me,not the destruction, but the science..The precise dance of chemicals, the controlled (c

He was a retired engineer, always building gadgets & fixing things that didn't need fixing “Oriana” he'd say, his voice gruff but kind, "curiosity is the spark, but knowledge is what keeps you from blowing up” Lil did he know how prophetic that would be… (c

I remember the day I first held a detonator in my hands like it was yesterday… It wasn't some dramatic movie scene, no explosions in the background, no heroic music swelling… Just me, a wide eyed kid from a small town in upstate New York, tinkering in my dad's garage… (c