Zaf headed back to Ruth, carefully scanning all the dark corners for signs of movement, but there was none.

The security guards had been easy to get rid of, it was a cold night and a gruelling job, but only one had thought to 'phone their boss and run it past him. He had grudgingly agreed after speaking to Zaf, but only on the proviso that he be kept in the loop at all times. Zaf had no intention of relaying frequent updates, but he would send a message to let him know when the Stadium was safe again.

Zaf reached Ruth's still unconscious form, and tried to raise Bill on the radio.

There was no answer.

He tried again. The silence continued.

Zaf rang Harry's phone, only to find it was turned off.

He ran to the South Entrance, not sure of what to expect.

The door which Zaf had entered through was now closed and looked to be locked by some form of computerised security system.

Zaf shouted through the door and after a few minutes, heard a muffled shout:

"Zaf, it's Harry, let me in! Where's Ruth?" He sounded panicked. That wasn't good.

"Harry! I don't know how to open the door. It seems to be locked electronically. I'm going to go to the control booth again and see if I can find the door release. Is Bill with you?"

Harry's voice was no less anxious when he replied: "Who's Bill? Just hurry up and get this door open."

Zaf assumed that Bill had left when Harry arrived, and made his way with haste to the control booth – which he soon found out was locked against him, and dark inside. 'Damn. The last security guard to leave must have locked it', he thought. He tried to barge into it but the door stood firm, without even so much as a ripple. He looked around for something to knock the lock in with, but there wasn't so much as a fire extinguisher in sight.

The lights in the Stadium suddenly lit up, blinding Zaf temporarily. He tried to look into the control booth once more, but the glass was tinted from inside, and all he saw was his own reflection.

He looked tired, and worried. Zaf didn't like seeing his usually confident grinning face looking so serious, but these were serious times, and it should have been expected. At least it proved he was just as human as the rest of the population.

Zaf didn't dwell on these thoughts though, they were just a fleeting synapse fire as he ran back towards the locked entrance, and Harry.

Once he reached the South entrance, an electric buzz echoed around the Stadium. Shortly followed by a mechanical voice:

"Harry! Harry's Lapdog! Welcome to the party, we're just getting started."

The door opened, and in rushed Harry with a look of confusion matching Zaf's.

"Now that we're all here…" said the synthesised voice, as the door closed behind Harry, "…the party can commence. Your first party game of the evening is to find the clue left with a body, I believe your laptop has already had a sneak peak Harry. I will call again when you're ready."

And with that, the voice and the humming noise disappeared.

Harry got to Ruth faster than Zaf would have thought possible for his age and build. He leant over the body and picked up the envelope and Dictaphone. He pressed play.

Harry! How good of you to join the party. You have completed my first game, now for the second. Ruth Evershed is wired up to explosives, as your eyes will tell you. If you want to save her, you're going to have to make a choice. There are two more bombs planted around the Stadium. One will blow up an exit door only, which as of now will be your only way of exiting the building. Another is wired up to a security guard, I would provide his name but this is being pre-recorded. I will shortly be joining you, at least via the comms sysmtems to explain more. Show me a sign you understand this message, and then the fun will really start…"

The tape wound to the end of the cassette reel, and clicked to a stop. Harry stood in the light and looked for a camera, there was one not five metres away, pointed directly at the scene he was trapped in.

Harry looked straight into the security camera and nodded.

The voice returned to the Stadium speakers.

"Good. I'm glad you understand our little game. These are the rules. If you disarm one bomb, whichever it is, it will send a signal to the remaining two bombs to be detonated. You have a choice. You can rescue the security guard, Bill, and sacrifice Ruth and yourselves…You can save Ruth and kill poor innocent Bill, and kill yourselves anyway… Or you can sacrifice two lives for your own two lives, and get away unharmed, beside some possible emotional damage which I'm sure therapy would cure. To disarm the bomb, cut the red wire. There is a set of pliers under seat 34. You have thirty minutes. After that, all three bombs will be detonated. I'll be watching with interest."

"Who are you? What do you want?" Shouted Harry into the camera, but got no reply.

Harry looked at Zaf, who silently stared back. Harry got out his 'phone to call the bomb squad, only to find his signal had been jammed. Zaf followed suit but got the same result.

"What are we going to do?" Zaf said anxiously.

"I don't know, but whatever it is it needs to be done fast. We're on our own in this one and we're against the clock." Harry replied, sounding more confidence than he actually was.

"Do you think we can trust whoever it is?" Asked Zaf.

"I don't know." Harry responded. "But we don't have much choice at this stage."

"Tut, tut Harry! You only have… twenty eight minutes remaining. I'd doubt less and act more, but maybe you don't want to save anyone. In which case, feel free to do nothing. But if I get bored, I may have to think up a new game…"

Harry and Zaf reacted. They both spoke at once, and then, Harry spoke.

"We need to find that security guard, if he's even here. Go and do a sweep of the building, as quickly as you can. I'm going to try and make sense of this wiring, and think, hard."

Zaf ran off, looking all around for signs of Bill, glad that he had already done two sweeps of the building that night and therefore knew his way around.

Once Zaf had gone, Harry knelt by Ruth's side and took her hand in his. He was half expecting an announcement to warn him away, but the rules were different now. The little red flashing light of the bomb continued flashing. Harry kissed Ruth's hand, wondering if he'd ever have the opportunity to again, and then purposefully, he stood up.