"Hey." Zara called his attention. "No pressure, literally."
Aegon turned back to the wall, using his phone to guide his sight over and over but found nothing.
But he kept on searching.
Sweat beaded Zara's brows, her hair ran down her forehead obscuring her sight. "How's it going Aegon?" She said with a weary voice.
"I don't see any monofilament strand..." He turned to her. "What does a monofilament strand look like?"
"Aegon," she spoke softly but the way her arms tensed up told a different story. "That's what the flashlight is for. The strand is invisible so when you wave the light you should see a glint of a wire—"
"Then what?"
She sighed through her nose. "As long as there's a wire it means that there's actually something in the unit and it's not just a bomb."
With a breath, he faced the wall again and flashed the phone with squinted eyes until he finally found the glint of the wire.
"I see it." He whipped back to her. "What's next?"
