There was shuffling. "I'm in a basement... I think. I dunno. There aren't any windows, but, that's about it. I could be bloody anywhere."
                          
          "Figures." She mumbled. "I woke up tied to a chair, talk about next level BDSM lap dances."
                          
          "Maybe that's the test?"
                          
          "To escape from a chair? Please, I know Merlin. It all goes great until he reminds you that it's a fucking simulation," Rory rolls her head, the pain still evident by the way she cringed. "Do you have anything on you right now?"
                          
          "Well, I woke up to a small note, a phone and a briefcase on the other side of the room. I opened the phone and it led me straight to this call. I'm just about to open the ca— "
                          
          "Wait—!" she exclaimed, another sickening pain traveling down to her shoulder. It felt hot. "Don't be daft, read the note. There might be a hint or something."
                          
          "Like Merlin would give us an obvious clue." Eggsy sighed, as the crisp sound of paper reached Rory's ears. "There's a bomb."
                          
          She furrowed her eyebrows. "What? Wait, what does it say?"
                          
          "Tick tock, half an hour on the clock and the bomb goes off, a chain could only open the lo— OK, whoever wrote this is really bad at poems, but he is good at rhyming."
                          
          "Of course, he's had plenty of time to search for what rhymes with bloody clock — we, on the other hand, have less than thirty minutes thanks to your babbling mouth," Rory shot back. "There anything else?"
                          
          "Other than my offended heart? Nope."
                          
          "Oh, please. Take it like a champ, you got this far without breaking a nose."
                          
          "But who was it that broke a toenail?"
                          
          She scoffed. "Whatever, just, focus! Where's the bomb?"
                          
          "Um.."
                          
          Rory shook her head, waiting for a response as she tried to wriggle out of the rope's tight grasp. She seethed at the burning friction. It was no use. So, instead, she scanned the area, looking for anything that was sharp and somehow close. Unfortunately, there was none.
                          
          "It's in the case— scratch that. It's the case," Eggsy replied. "I can't find any openings to the wires, or scissors to let alone cut the wires."
                          
          She thought for a moment. "Is there a button?"
                          
          "No."
                          
          "A lock?"
                          
          "Well, there is this tiny ass keyhole on the side, though Charlie's dick could probably be the only thing that could fit in there."
                          
          "Well, do you have a pin or something on you. Maybe you could— " Rory was cut off when she heard a handful of thundering footsteps echo across the hall.