Six men remained inside, all locked in a heavily fortified communications room.Even knowing where they were, I made my way through the building cautio...sly, watching mentally and physically for any booby traps, again not finding any. When I reached the communications room, I put high temp cord around the locks, but also put a shaped charge of Tredex against the door to blow it inward. A sensor would trigger the charge if anyone opened the door from inside. I put a much larger charge of Tredex. It made him uncomfortable to think her company was paid for.Anita watched him for a moment to gauge his reaction, and reached inside her purse. Billy was thinking "Sure, I can help...I want to if this'll get her away from that ungrateful fool." Anita fiddled with something inside her pocketbook, then set it down and looked at the carpet, hands folded in her lap. "What do you think, Billy" she said, smiling at him as she looked back up.Billy felt a rush of adrenaline. Reaching forward to cup her. Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't a captive to the ride. Iwas alone in the building, with no one watching my behavior.Without any hesitation or forethought, I jumped to my feet,leapt from the gunwale of the boat and onto the floor of thevignette, ready to experience the adventure first hand. Itwas only as I watched my boat drift away into a tunnel that I had a moment of second-thoughts. Just as fast, I put thosefears aside, and surveyed the tableau surrounding me. Onboth sides of the "river". He was sitting at his desk and looked up with a smile."Do you have the MacIntire file?" Jenny asked."Yes, I think it's in the bottom drawer of my desk here," Tom said.Jenny waited for him to get it but when he didn't she walked over. She knew what was going to happen. As soon as she bent over to open the drawer, she felt Tom's hand on the back of her thigh. A weak sigh of exasperation escaped her lips, but she didn't otherwise protest. Instead she let his hand wander up the back of her leg.