[Joel stays crouched under the desk, gritting his teeth with frustration as the guards make no move to leave. Instead, they stand around in the room, chatting about the latest football game and nagging girlfriends. In between a conversation about the best burger place in town and a new arcade that had opened up, he hears Heine's voice in his ear and grits his teeth in frustration.
Put the decoder on a wall.
But he's stuck here-- at least until the guards turn around. Still, they're running out of time.
Looking around, Joel spies a paperclip on the floor. He picks it up, dares a glance around the corner (the two guards looking at one another, and not him), and with a flick of his wrist sends it spinning away from him, to hit one of the trophies up on the cabinet with a surprisingly loud tink. Both guards look up, trying to locate the source of the sound, and Joel takes advantage of that split second of distraction to dart forward and stick the decoder against the wall behind the desk. As the guards stand around in puzzlement, he mutters into the mic.]
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Put the decoder on a wall.
But he's stuck here-- at least until the guards turn around. Still, they're running out of time.
Looking around, Joel spies a paperclip on the floor. He picks it up, dares a glance around the corner (the two guards looking at one another, and not him), and with a flick of his wrist sends it spinning away from him, to hit one of the trophies up on the cabinet with a surprisingly loud tink. Both guards look up, trying to locate the source of the sound, and Joel takes advantage of that split second of distraction to dart forward and stick the decoder against the wall behind the desk. As the guards stand around in puzzlement, he mutters into the mic.]
You're good to go.