Zach looked around the cell. There was a barred window on one side, to the left, an old cot, and across from the window, the cell door. He walked over to the window and tried to see where he was. From what he could tell, he was up one story, so digging wasn't an option. He could see the water, and the city lit up on the other side. Zach looked back to the cell door. That light was still shining in his eyes, making it hard to concentrate. "Hm..." Zach felt the heavy stone walls for loose bricks. Nothing. "Well, this is a tough one..." Zach thought for a moment. "I wonder..." He felt his pockets, checking to see if he still had his radio. "Come on... come on... ... rats. Well..." Just then, he heard a familiar voice: Fifteen minutes to detonation.