“Oh, we had a bet to see if any of these objects lost any weight through Hyper-Photosynthesis of Fractional Distillation” Cat cleverly tells.
Mike, absolutely baffled and un-interested says “Oh, ok” and strolls off.
As the Elite 4 then snigger and laugh under their breath John bursts out “a super-efficient plant that can make fuel from crude oil is more than welcome in my back garden haha!”
As the team have a quick laugh they are quickly brought down to reality when they all fall silent.
“We had organic material, fabrics and metal objects put through… and no weight loss. This has just made our theory even more possible Paul” says John.
As the team are prepping to send a box, with all of the copies of the reports and the video and photographic evidence in to the BBC news headquarters they realise that they need to make it look like they haven’t done it. They need a good distraction.
“W e need an explosion” says John
“Something that will take out the power so that they don’t think of looking at the CCTV that we have just fucked with” says Cat.
“Something that will grab everyone’s attention and preferably set the fire alarms off” Says Alex.
“Something like this…” says Paul as he checks that the hacked CCTV is still playing the looped video. He turns the labs generators’ power output to 100%. He then puts a generous amount of hydrochloric acid from the chemical cabernet into a makeshift bowl made from layers of filter paper, and he quickly places it on top of the generator, placing it on the air holes that are cut near the back of the unit. He then raids the COSHH cupboard and finds a few lumps of magnesium and posts them through the air vents. “That should do it. Stand back team, all go into the cloak room” Paul says as he switched the laptop to resume normal feed and retreats to a safe distance.
The team then anticipate the pending destruction. They are all getting impatient as they have now been waiting 5 or so minutes. “Oh C’mon!” says John, just as he says that the generator starts smoking, therefore setting off the fire alarm. A split second later, the generator makes a very low pitched grunt at it starts sparking and fizzling- no doubt the hydrochloric acid has found its way to the magnesium.
The generator appears to now be on fire as the status light on the front of it goes red, then the lab goes dark and the generator completely stops with a couple of loud bangs. By chance, this has disabled the RCD of the generator, forcing too much power through FTR’s main ring circuit for that floor. “That’s it, the power is out, lets evacuate”.
As the te am are running through the hall carrying the box, the team then run down the southernmost fire exit, as this one is closer to the car park. Now obviously their FTR assigned bodyguards are trying to find them, so John grabs the box, and peels off from the pack with it. The other 3 then spot the bodyguards and Alex, who is trying to buy John some time, pretends to trip up and hurt her ankle, which the bodyguards stop to help her with.
John at this point has just exited by a seldomly used exit and is making a bee line for the 6ft concrete wall. He notices that there are a few bins further down. He then runs for this, jumps onto the bin then in one movement jumps off the bin and over the wall even with this box in hand- He didn’t know he was capable of such ninja like skill and turns around, glances at the height of the wall and smiles as he resumes his mission. John then arrives at his car and for a moment, thinks “Shit, where are my keys!?” before he checks his back pocket with success.
John arrives at the BBC headquarters and proceeds to put a hoodie on and zip s it up. He then enters the building, opens the box and leaves it on reception, unattended, for anyone to find. With a suspicious look, one reporter notices the open box and goes to have a look. Tom, the reporter, quickly sifts through the box and
Mike, absolutely baffled and un-interested says “Oh, ok” and strolls off.
As the Elite 4 then snigger and laugh under their breath John bursts out “a super-efficient plant that can make fuel from crude oil is more than welcome in my back garden haha!”
As the team have a quick laugh they are quickly brought down to reality when they all fall silent.
“We had organic material, fabrics and metal objects put through… and no weight loss. This has just made our theory even more possible Paul” says John.
As the team are prepping to send a box, with all of the copies of the reports and the video and photographic evidence in to the BBC news headquarters they realise that they need to make it look like they haven’t done it. They need a good distraction.
“W e need an explosion” says John
“Something that will take out the power so that they don’t think of looking at the CCTV that we have just fucked with” says Cat.
“Something that will grab everyone’s attention and preferably set the fire alarms off” Says Alex.
“Something like this…” says Paul as he checks that the hacked CCTV is still playing the looped video. He turns the labs generators’ power output to 100%. He then puts a generous amount of hydrochloric acid from the chemical cabernet into a makeshift bowl made from layers of filter paper, and he quickly places it on top of the generator, placing it on the air holes that are cut near the back of the unit. He then raids the COSHH cupboard and finds a few lumps of magnesium and posts them through the air vents. “That should do it. Stand back team, all go into the cloak room” Paul says as he switched the laptop to resume normal feed and retreats to a safe distance.
The team then anticipate the pending destruction. They are all getting impatient as they have now been waiting 5 or so minutes. “Oh C’mon!” says John, just as he says that the generator starts smoking, therefore setting off the fire alarm. A split second later, the generator makes a very low pitched grunt at it starts sparking and fizzling- no doubt the hydrochloric acid has found its way to the magnesium.
The generator appears to now be on fire as the status light on the front of it goes red, then the lab goes dark and the generator completely stops with a couple of loud bangs. By chance, this has disabled the RCD of the generator, forcing too much power through FTR’s main ring circuit for that floor. “That’s it, the power is out, lets evacuate”.
As the te am are running through the hall carrying the box, the team then run down the southernmost fire exit, as this one is closer to the car park. Now obviously their FTR assigned bodyguards are trying to find them, so John grabs the box, and peels off from the pack with it. The other 3 then spot the bodyguards and Alex, who is trying to buy John some time, pretends to trip up and hurt her ankle, which the bodyguards stop to help her with.
John at this point has just exited by a seldomly used exit and is making a bee line for the 6ft concrete wall. He notices that there are a few bins further down. He then runs for this, jumps onto the bin then in one movement jumps off the bin and over the wall even with this box in hand- He didn’t know he was capable of such ninja like skill and turns around, glances at the height of the wall and smiles as he resumes his mission. John then arrives at his car and for a moment, thinks “Shit, where are my keys!?” before he checks his back pocket with success.
John arrives at the BBC headquarters and proceeds to put a hoodie on and zip s it up. He then enters the building, opens the box and leaves it on reception, unattended, for anyone to find. With a suspicious look, one reporter notices the open box and goes to have a look. Tom, the reporter, quickly sifts through the box and
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