Once he was satisfied that they were well placed, he used his lighter to ignite the fuses on the three explosives. He did it with professional speed; the final fuse lit almost before the first spark spat off the first lit fuse.
Bond quickly walked to the other end of the chamber. He was trained to never run after setting an explosive. Once on the other side of the room he ducked down, covering his head. Six seconds later the explosions occurred, each within half a second of each other.
The explosions were deafening loud in the chamber, but Bond thought that anyone on the other side of the door wouldn’t have heard much. Most of the noise would have bounced off the door, toward Bond and away from the passage beyond the door. The results of the explosions were less than Bond had hoped for. The door had been blown out of its groove, and was resting crookedly on the ground. There was a small triangular opening at the bottom corner, where the door tilted away from the wall.
Bond walked over, fanning the dust out of his face as he went. One hard push against the door told Bond that he wouldn’t be able to move it. That limited his options. The opening was almost big enough for him to crawl through, but he would need to widen it by half a foot. Bond took out his pickax and started to chip way at the bottom of the door.
Ten minutes later Bond had widened the opening enough to crawl through. He started to push his shoulders through, and suddenly someone grabbed his coat and pulled him through the opening and to his feet.
“There you are,” Indiana said. “Grimson’s taken care of. You can help me with the cleanup.” Indy smiled.
Looks like the score is: BOND= 0 JONES= 1 WINNER= JonesBack to Home Page
