Re: We Sons Of Daley (TWS)
12-08-2011, 07:22 AM
btp Wrote:Defuse those bombs?Bomb, singular. It's a gallon jug, full of NITROGLYCERIN. You're pretty sure of this, because it sure SMELLS like TNT- a little acrid with a certain CHARGE in the air that DRIES OUT YOUR NOSE- but is LIQUID. That's quite a few sticks of TNT's worth, there, and it's all in one big HIGHLY VOLATILE PACKAGE that might EXPLODE if you so much as SNEEZE ON IT.
Well, not quite THAT volatile. But you certainly don't want to drop it, and disarming this would take BALLS OF STEEL, NERVES OF IRON, and DEXTERITY OF METAPHOR.
The reason you didn't notice this in the first place is because all five of the HOSTAGES are sitting with their BACKS TO EACH OTHER, in the CENTER OF THE ROOM, in a CIRCLE. The jug is suspended between them, in the CENTER OF THAT CIRCLE, via PIANO WIRE attached to their WRISTS. If they were all CONSCIOUS, they could probably work together to MOVE IT AWAY and GIVE EACH OTHER SLACK.
With four of them UNCONSCIOUS that's not gonna happen any time soon.
tluthal Wrote:Talk to the lady to keep her calm while you figure this out.
AgentBlue Wrote:"Now lady, it's not out of the question that you might have a veeeery minor case of serious brain damage! But, don't be alarmed, alright? Uh, although if you do feel alarmed, try to hold on to that feeling because that is the proper reaction to being told that you've got brain damage."
"Just say apple."
"Are you done being a moron, Mister Political Officer, or are you going to work on this bomb I'm strapped to?"
"Just don't move too fast," you reply. "I can trust the rest of these guys to stay still... Do you know what those things were?"
"FAMILIARS, if I had to take a guess... Th... THAT MAN bound them here."
"That man, huh..." You continue to look over the BOMB while you talk, not sure where to begin. "Hey, what's your name, anyway, miss? I can't keep calling you 'the conscious one'. THAT MAN's name might be nice too."
How about it, girly?