Five minutes. No, two minutes. You argued with yourself after setting the bomb, you thumbed in the timer and sprinted off, Mason, having spotted you sprinting away from the now armed bomb, following after to ask what the issue was, figuring there were still four minutes before detonation. As he caught up to you, put a hand on your shoulder to talk to you, he was cut off by the deafening thrum of the explosion. Quickly yelling with a startled expression: "Five minutes! I said five minutes!"