Mo and his brother, Russell, were fixing the pipes in one of the many chemical plants located on the outskirts of Boston. They were the co-owners of the Zaddiny Industrial Piping and this job was like any other job, in fact they did around two of these of plants a month. At this plant they had been hired to fix some of the piping linking the vats of chemicals together. As Russell was turning the lever Mo shouted, “Hey you got this I gotta grab some water?” “Ye no problem your good,” Russell yelled in response. Mo went to go get a glass of water from the chemical plants employ lounge, but as he was about to enter the door to the lounge he heard yelling and what could only be interpreted as gas flowing from a pipe. He immediately sprinted back to his brother who he found obviously struggling to turn the lever he had previously seen him with. “Help help I can close the valve its jammed,” screamed Russell. Mo ran over to his brother to assist but right when he did the gas that was leaking case and explosion which sent them in opposite directions. Russell was thrown into a vat of chemicals and Mo was slammed against a wall and knocked unconscious. When Mo awoke his thought instanty went to his brother. He saw chemical workers arguing about where Russell had gone. There were two vats in the room, one filled with molybdenum and the other with an unknown substance. Although everyone knew he fell into one of the vats no one could decide which one it was. Mo could wait, he sprang to his feet and made his way to the molybdenum vat. He stood on the edge thinking about his decision. People were yelling at him not to do it but he could barely hear them. He needed to help his brother, so with a big sigh and a shrug he jumped.