1:15

 “Me?! What do you mean me?! You were the one who forgot the tool kit!”
 “Well, you were the one who insisted he should be allowed to go to the toilet on his own!”
 “How was I supposed to know they’d catch him while he was in there and string him up with a bomb?!”
 
 Beckett sighed.

 “This is getting us no where, is it?” he said.
 “You’re telling me!” sighed Ros.

 The seconds continued to pass.

 0:48

 “Err... ‘scuse me, mate,” Steven Houghton began chirpilly, “but... we’re... running out of time here.....”
 “We?!!” cried Ros, “what’s all this ‘we’ stuff?! You’re the one who’s about to be fried....”
 “Ros!” cried Beckett, “We’re supposed to be putting him at ease!”
 “He’s already at ease,” snapped Ros, “he’s not capable of showing any other emotions! He’s as emotional as a particularly insensitive stone!”

 0:32

 “I really am getting a bit worried,” Steven grinned amiably.
 “Oh, shut your face!” Snapped Ros.
 “Ros!” yelled Beckett, “we’re supposed to be helping him!”
 “Well you shouldn’t have forgotten the tool-kit then, should you?!”
 “You can’t blame me for all of this!”
 “Why not?!” snapped Ros, “If you can be thick enough to leave the tools at home then you can be to blame for the death of this Houghton!”
 
 Steven swallowed hard.

 “Death?!” he squeaked.

 Beckett and Ros gave him a patronizing smile.

 “Now, don’t you worry about a thing....” Beckett began
 “Don’t patronize him!” snapped Ros.
 “And since when have you been so worried about his feelings?!” snapped Beckett.
 “Never!” cried Ros, “....he doesn’t have feelings!”
 “Err.... I am a bit.... scared.... actually....,” said Steven.
 “Oh, shut up!!!” Beckett and Ros yelled in unison.

 0:11

 “Are you going to save me?!” asked Steven.
 “Why should we?!” snapped Ros.
 “Ros, we have to - it’s our job!” said Beckett.
 “That’s rich!” snapped Ros, “you never wanted to help him in the first place!”
 “Neither did you!”
 “So what are you going to do about it?!” screamed Ros.
 “Nothing!!!” yelled Beckett as he thumped his fist down onto the self-destruct button.
 

 There was a bang.
 And a sickening squelch.

 The smell of burnt flesh hung thick in the air.
 

 Outside, the rest of the team heard the explosion and held their breath.
 Surely Steven hadn’t really..... exploded....
 Nah.
 Couldn’t have done.

 Beckett and Ros emerged from the building, covered with Burnt Steve Remains. Beckett peeled Steve’s right ear from his cheek and glanced at Jan.
 
 “So we had an accident - OK?!” he snapped.

 Jan swallowed hard.

 “Yes, I.... see that,” she whispered.
 “Is he really dead?!” Alex asked hopefully.
 Beckett looked at her with both of his eyes, and the extra eyeball which had landed on his shoulder.
 “I am almost 100% certain.....” he said.
 
Ros shuddered and picked a finger out of her hair.

 “Sorry,” she said nervously, “I guess his last series just.... bombed.”
 “So, let me get this straight,” Jan began crossly, “you have just managed to blow up the very person we were assigned to protect?!”
 
 Beckett bit his lip.

 “Well,” he began, “I’ll say one thing for him - at least his career ended with a bang.....”
 

THE END!