The B group is crawling out of the sewer, covered in silt.
The team leader, Rodriguez, wipes the sewage off his face, raises his gun, and looks toward the hotel lobby. The lobby is empty, with only a few flowerbeds in the middle. Under each, C4 explosives are buried, the fuses exposed and connected to a remote control device at a distance.
"Kargory, come over and defuse the bombs," Rodriguez shouts into the radio.
C group's Kargory runs over immediately, squats beside a flowerbed, and sweeps the soil with a metal detector. His brow furrows: "The fuses are connected to a control room on the second floor, and there are shards of glass mixed in. Manual defusal could trigger an explosion."
"How much time do we have?" Rodriguez glances at his watch, it's already 4:05.
"At least ten minutes." Carlos takes pliers and scissors out of his backpack and gingerly brushes away the soil, "You guys cover me, don't let anyone come over."
Suddenly, footsteps can be heard from the second floor.
