The screen turned to black with red numbers counting down from one
minute.
59
58
Jack and Vaughn tried to concentrate on a way out of the building, while Will went about trying to stop the explosion from happening.
53
"The walls are too thick!" Vaughn cried in desperation. "We can't break them down without a small explosion."
"And given the way this cottage is so small, I'm guessing that's a bad idea, right?" the voice came from behind the television.
47
"Shut up, Will! You do your work, we do ours!" Vaughn and Will broke the eye contact they had made during their confrontation, and each returned to their unassigned positions
45
"Wait, what do we have with us?"
"Jack." Vaughn began.
"We don't have time! What did we bring with us?"
41
"Just our guns and our cellphones." Vaughn retorted, trying to maintain his calm.
38
Will looked at the wires, and still didn't know what to do. He had tried pressing stop, which only seemed to make the countdown speed up. It also gave him an unfortunately large shock. He didn't want to take a chance and press any of the other commands on the VCR. Instead, he turned to the back of the television and began trying to technologically disable the imminent explosion. In the back were wires of every color imaginable. Red, white, yellow, black, cyan, magenta. it was an amazing set up, but he didn't know what to pull. With his experiences with the buttons, he knew one move could be fatal. Being the analyst in the group, he spent what time he could afford trying to logically deduct which to pull or cut.
28
"I don't know what to do! There are too many choices!" Will yelled.
"Cut the power!" came Jack's reply.
Will looked at the wall and noticed that five wires were plugged in. Each were black, and each looked like they could easily lead back to the VCR. With no other choice in mind, Will chose the closest power cord and began to trace it back through the jungle of tangled wire
23
"Stand back." Jack's warning was enough for Vaughn to retreat to the far wall of the cabin and watch as Jack removed the gun powder he could from Vaughn's pistol. He gathered it all into a pile. Acting carefully, he set one cellphone to vibrate mode, and placed its antenna in the trigger of his own pistol.
15
He entered his phone number as quickly as he could and watched as the phone vibrated. vibrated
10
The vibrations from the phone fired the gun, which sparked onto the mass of gunpowder. While small, the explosion had the effect Jack wanted it to have, and created a crack in the wall.
9
"Michael, help me!" together the two men began kicking at the little crevice they had made, watching it expand.
8
And expand. It was now about two feet tall, and pieces of wood were crumbling beneath it.
7
"I've got it!" Will cried as he found the right cord to the VCR. He reached to pull it out from the wall. A much more powerful shock sent him across the room, where he hit his head on a conveniently placed windowsill. The power of the shock and the collision knocked the analyst unconscious.
3
"Will!" Vaughn screamed.
At this point, the crack became a sufficient crawl space, and Jack was outside and waiting. In fact, Vaughn was already backing out when Will flew across the room.
1
The flashing number on the screen alerted Vaughn of the seriousness of the issue, and he finished backing out.
Instead of flashing zero, the Rambaldi eye came up. And then the C4 inside the tape was triggered, and the cottage went up in a massive fire ball. Vaughn had just left the cabin and was teasingly licked by the flames, but escaped unhurt. Hoping for Will's survival was too much to ask for.
Everyone around them, on the beach, watched on in amazement and horror. Vaughn was crying, yet again, on Jack's shoulder. Jack silently swore revenge on his new Asian nemesis for the loss of his colleague.
20 feet down the beach, a short German man stood up and walked away. He pulled out a walkie-talkie.
"Yes sir, they came."
"No sir"
"Well, two of them did, sir."
"I'll see to it, sir."
His last statement was in reference to their assassination, but he had it saved for a later time. It was about time that Drohung was recognized as a threat to the CIA.
59
58
Jack and Vaughn tried to concentrate on a way out of the building, while Will went about trying to stop the explosion from happening.
53
"The walls are too thick!" Vaughn cried in desperation. "We can't break them down without a small explosion."
"And given the way this cottage is so small, I'm guessing that's a bad idea, right?" the voice came from behind the television.
47
"Shut up, Will! You do your work, we do ours!" Vaughn and Will broke the eye contact they had made during their confrontation, and each returned to their unassigned positions
45
"Wait, what do we have with us?"
"Jack." Vaughn began.
"We don't have time! What did we bring with us?"
41
"Just our guns and our cellphones." Vaughn retorted, trying to maintain his calm.
38
Will looked at the wires, and still didn't know what to do. He had tried pressing stop, which only seemed to make the countdown speed up. It also gave him an unfortunately large shock. He didn't want to take a chance and press any of the other commands on the VCR. Instead, he turned to the back of the television and began trying to technologically disable the imminent explosion. In the back were wires of every color imaginable. Red, white, yellow, black, cyan, magenta. it was an amazing set up, but he didn't know what to pull. With his experiences with the buttons, he knew one move could be fatal. Being the analyst in the group, he spent what time he could afford trying to logically deduct which to pull or cut.
28
"I don't know what to do! There are too many choices!" Will yelled.
"Cut the power!" came Jack's reply.
Will looked at the wall and noticed that five wires were plugged in. Each were black, and each looked like they could easily lead back to the VCR. With no other choice in mind, Will chose the closest power cord and began to trace it back through the jungle of tangled wire
23
"Stand back." Jack's warning was enough for Vaughn to retreat to the far wall of the cabin and watch as Jack removed the gun powder he could from Vaughn's pistol. He gathered it all into a pile. Acting carefully, he set one cellphone to vibrate mode, and placed its antenna in the trigger of his own pistol.
15
He entered his phone number as quickly as he could and watched as the phone vibrated. vibrated
10
The vibrations from the phone fired the gun, which sparked onto the mass of gunpowder. While small, the explosion had the effect Jack wanted it to have, and created a crack in the wall.
9
"Michael, help me!" together the two men began kicking at the little crevice they had made, watching it expand.
8
And expand. It was now about two feet tall, and pieces of wood were crumbling beneath it.
7
"I've got it!" Will cried as he found the right cord to the VCR. He reached to pull it out from the wall. A much more powerful shock sent him across the room, where he hit his head on a conveniently placed windowsill. The power of the shock and the collision knocked the analyst unconscious.
3
"Will!" Vaughn screamed.
At this point, the crack became a sufficient crawl space, and Jack was outside and waiting. In fact, Vaughn was already backing out when Will flew across the room.
1
The flashing number on the screen alerted Vaughn of the seriousness of the issue, and he finished backing out.
Instead of flashing zero, the Rambaldi eye came up. And then the C4 inside the tape was triggered, and the cottage went up in a massive fire ball. Vaughn had just left the cabin and was teasingly licked by the flames, but escaped unhurt. Hoping for Will's survival was too much to ask for.
Everyone around them, on the beach, watched on in amazement and horror. Vaughn was crying, yet again, on Jack's shoulder. Jack silently swore revenge on his new Asian nemesis for the loss of his colleague.
20 feet down the beach, a short German man stood up and walked away. He pulled out a walkie-talkie.
"Yes sir, they came."
"No sir"
"Well, two of them did, sir."
"I'll see to it, sir."
His last statement was in reference to their assassination, but he had it saved for a later time. It was about time that Drohung was recognized as a threat to the CIA.