"Do you know how to use one of these?"
Anderson was holding a small silver key up to Harrison's face.
"Yes, sir."
"Show me."
Harrison pointed to two keyholes embedded on the console, located about ten feet apart.
"When the counter hits zero, I put in my key and I turn it."
"Turn it how?"
Harrison held his key up in the air and demonstrated: 90 degrees, clockwise. Anderson nodded approvingly.
"Then what happens, sir?"
Anderson didn't even look at him. Harrison waited for a response and his expectant stare was beginning to make Anderson very unsure of himself. While the bright, earnest Harrison would forever remain inscrutable to the prosaic Anderson; in this moment Harrison finally had the Colonel all figured out.
"There's a reason we're the only people left in the building. Isn't there? You're not just surrendering. You brought me down here to hit self-destruct."
One. Sirens wailed.
