Made For Swallowing- -john Thompson- Ggg-... — I Was

Dr. Voss went pale. Her thumb hovered over the detonator.

She frowned. “You want to swallow a bomb? Yourself?” I was made for Swallowing- -John Thompson- GGG-...

“You can push that button,” John said. “I’ll fall apart right here. But the samples are already with a journalist. And my body—what’s left of it—will be a crime scene they can’t bury.” I was made for Swallowing- -John Thompson- GGG-...

The effect was instant—a soft, warm dissolution, a chemical sigh. The pollutant broke down into inert salts and oxygen. He exhaled a faint, clean vapor. I was made for Swallowing- -John Thompson- GGG-...

He heard boots behind him.