Six seconds
Jim was growing impatient. His MP3 player didn't search fast enough. He was the sort of person that was so demanding of instant gratification that even an MP3 player did not satisfy him. The band names were moving faster now, too fast to pick out.
"Three miles. Ready up."
Jim barely glanced up at the warrant officer before turning his attention back to the two inch LCD screen. At last, he found his current favorite. He knew he was going to wear it out if he wasn't careful, but he was beyond caring. He needed it right now.
A blast shook the Earth and rattled his bones. The truck rolled.
Jim's body came to rest a few feet from the road. He looked down, and saw blood. The song was no longer playing. He looked up, the only direction he could.
One more play and it would have worn out. He grinned.