"I'll go with option C." Bullseye opts. He taps a button, and from speakers implanted within the floor and walls all around, the sound of dog whistles go off from all directions. For most people, at very worst, there might be a little hair raised on the backs of their necks or a headache after two or three hours. For Matt, of course, its intended to be highly disorienting and painful.
A second recording starts a moment later, the sound of Bullseye's heartbeat, recorded and replayed from all directions, bouncing off the walls.
As a last step in the prepared trap, there's a loud bang, and confetti begins falling from the ceiling. Its set to go off every minute or so, filling the air with hundreds of tiny, moving objects.
He wouldn't go to the trouble of kidnapping both women and laying a trap if he hadn't been prepared. They've done this one on one dance enough times - this time he laid all the odds in his favor.
As everything is going off, he flings the first, second and third of a deck of sharp-edged playing cards, not likely to cause severely lethal wounds, but not much heavier than the confetti, harder to pick out from the falling paper.
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