"Wait!" Chris called out, "Gun!"
Derek froze. He didn't see a gun anywhere, but Jenna had been shot only a few moments ago…
"If you make one more crack about me taking a bullet for you…" Jenna began.
"Just shut up and quit yer bitching." Alex said angrily.
"Look, Derek." Chris said, pointing to the concealed gun. It wasn't surprising no one had noticed it before. It was mounted just above the door they'd entered the room in, pointing at the chair Derek was in. It was only a handgun, but from the looks of it positioned for deadly accuracy.
"Holy…" Derek began as he got out of the chair and backed away from the gun. They were all silent as they looked at the gun. Undoubtedly Derek would have been shot and killed.
"How'd you know?" Alex asked at last.
"What?"
"How'd you know where it was? There's something you're not telling us, isn't there?" He asked angrily.
"Oh, yeah," Chris said angrily, "I knew the gun was there the whole time. But you know why I warned Derek?"
"Why's that, smart guy?" Alex asked, moving in closer.
"So that it could be you sitting in that ch-"
Alex punched him in the jaw. Hard. Chris fell to the floor and spat out a few teeth. No surprise, Alex was pretty big. The only surprise was that Chris's jaw wasn't broken, though he wasn't so sure at the moment.
"Okay," Derek said, trying to remain calm, "How do we get around this?"
"You have to type it. There's a clue behind that door." Alex said without hesitation.
"What? I don't wanna die!"
"Well, you've got to be selfless," Alex egged on, "You can not do anything, and we all die, or sacrifice yourself, and at least three of us have a chance to get out alive."
"Well, if you're so selfless and caring," Derek said hysterically, "Why don't you type the password in?"
"Why can't we just type it and move out of the way?" Jenna suggested.
"It'll hit the computer." Chris said thoughtfully. There had to be a way around this.

"So?"
"So," Derek explained impatiently, "If the computer blows up, so do our chances at getting the riddle on the other side of that door."
"So? Once you put the code in the door will unlock immediately."

"No it won't. Locks like these always have a five second delay."

"How do we know there's not another gun mounted there?" Jenna asked, eyeing the door suspiciously.
"It's a risk we have to take." Alex said.
Chris walked over to the computer and began looking at it. He searched behind it, on all sides, and even under it. There had to be a way around this.
"What are you doing?" Jenna asked.
"Derek, do you know how this works?"
"How what works?"
"How did Jigsaw wire the gun to fire at us when we type in the password?"
"The same way he wired the door to open."
Chris rolled his eyes. The last thing he needed right now was a smartass.
"How can you not know? You're the computer expert!"

"My expertise is with software, not hardware!"

"Hardware and software?"

"Hardware is the actual machine parts, and software is the programs that make the computer run."

"Oh for God's sake…"

"What if we moved it?" Jenna suggested at last.
"No," Derek said, shaking his head, "If we do that we risk firing the gun off before it's supposed to. Needless to say, that's a bad thing."

Jigsaw leaned back in his chair, examining the players thoughtfully. For a brief moment he thought he may have made the riddle too hard, but quickly discarded the idea with disgust. If they were to learn the true value of life, there could be no shortcuts.
After all, that's how he learned. He reflected back on that fateful night, when all he could see was the remnants of his car, with his blood all over it. He would laugh at the irony now, but back then it had been no joke.
He looked at the digital clock mounted beside his monitor, 8:35. This was one of those few games he made in which time wasn't of the essence. At least, not yet.

"So what are we going to do?" Jenna asked for what seemed to be the millionth time.
"Maybe it's loaded with blanks, like the last one." Derek said as he moved toward the computer.
"Do you really want to take that risk?" Chris asked him as he began typing. Derek stopped and backed away from the computer once again.
They were all silent for a moment, deep in thought. Derek examined the door, looking for some sort of wire.
"No use." Jenna said weakly, "He's already thought of it."
"Yeah? How do you know?" Derek asked without looking up.
"Because, the tape recorder says the door can't be unlocked any other way. Do you honestly think he wouldn't have considered someone hot-wiring it?"
"Who says I'm hotwiring it?" Derek asked as he pulled out his laptop. He looked up with a mischievous look in his eye, "I'm going to hack it."

"Hack it? You're going to hack Jigsaw's computer?"

"Of course I am, dumbass!"

"You think you really will be able to? Jesus are you a moron! Every angle has been thought out; he's taken every preventive measure to make sure you can't."

"Would you rather be shot?"

And with that Chris crossed his arms and signed, becoming silent.

It was child's play, Derek thought. All he would have to do is connect to the computer and with his proficiency in software he would be able to deactivate the gun. Every computer had a wireless connection output. If you were within 30 feet you could connect. And once he had access it was all over. All he had to do was connect and-

"No wireless connection detected." The laptop reported.

"No, no, shit no," Derek howled.

He crawled over to the computer and, upon further inspection, found that the device that enables wireless connection had be shattered. Chris was right; every angle was thought out.

"Damnit!" He screamed, pounding his fists on the floor.

"That's it!" Alex screamed, and picked up the metal chair by the desk the computer sat on. He sprinted over to the gun mounted on the wall and began to smash it with the chair, letting out a loud grunt every time he did so. It was obvious he was using all of his strength. His efforts were futile however; the gun could not be bend nor moved; as it was safely bolted into the wall.

"Fuck this shit!" Alex screamed, throwing the chair at the ground, to which it made a loud banging noise.

No one said a word as they stared at Alex, who was breathing heavily with a psychotic look in his eye.

"They're all useless," Alex thought. "Every last one of them. At the first chance I get, I'm going to kill them. Every last one."

"The chair," Jenna whimpered. "Put the chair up to the firing end of the gun. It's metal, and should absorb the shot, right?" The word "right" was censored by a fresh bout of pain from her wound, and it sounded like "riAHHHght".

"You're a friggin' genius." Chris complemented Jenna. And walked over to the chair Alex had discarded. "I'll hold the chair up," He instructed, picking up the chair, "Derek, you type in the code."

"Why the fuck do I have to be the one that puts the code in?" Derek asked.

"I'll do it, you coward pussy!" Jenna volunteered, and walked up to the computer.

"You ready?" Chris asked Jenna. She nodded, and began to type. Chris pressed the chair against the firing end with all his might.

There was a quick sound, short and sweet, and then an area of the chair grew red and smoked for a moment, and then died. The door opened a few seconds later.

"Finally," Chris observed, putting the chair down. The bullet fell to his feet harmlessly as he did so.

The four entered the next room.

Inside was a square room, nothing of interest save a small metal alcove. They walked over to it.

It was very small, only two feet wide and teen feet high. Lining the walls were a series of keys and a light bulb on the ceiling. There must have been at least a hundred keys.

A tape recorder was near it as well.

"Hello friends," Jigsaw greeted cheerfully. "The room in front of you, as you can see, is lined with keys. One will open the way forward. Another will be the escape from death. Choose wisely."

"It's only big enough so one person, so who will search?" Chris asked.

"I will." Alex said, and stepped in.

As he did so he tripped over a almost invisible wire outlining the entrance, and the door behind him sealed shut, almost air tight. Then a small pipe began feeding water into the room from the ceiling.

"What the fuck!" Alex screamed out to the three outside.

"What's going on in there?" Chris shouted back.

"The goddamn room is flooding!"

Oh shit. That was the only thought that came to Chris: oh shit. Dammed if his mind, fueled by adrenaline, didn't solve Jigsaw's riddle.

"Listen very carefully," Chris instructed, "One of the keys in there will unlock the door. Find it before the room floods!"

"There are like a thousand keys in here you dipshit!"

"Shut up and start trying the lock!"

And Alex did just that. Chris would get his, oh yes, but only after he was out. Oh crap – the room was already two inches deep with water.

"I'd better get started," Alex said to himself, and reached for a random key.