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**Scene 5: The Ultimate Deception**

**Location:** Heathrow Airport, London. 
**Time Remaining:** 10 minutes.

**[The scene opens with chaos still rippling through Heathrow Airport. The FBI and special forces are on high alert, scanning every corner for the elusive remaining bombs. Agents are in a state of heightened anxiety, but their movements are controlled, every action calculated. The countdown clock ticks ominously in the background.]**

**[In the command center, Section Chief James Mercer is at the helm, issuing rapid-fire orders to his team. Agent Sarah Coleman and Agent Daniel Briggs work furiously alongside him, coordinating the efforts of various teams scattered across the airport and beyond.]**

**Section Chief Mercer:** 
*"Status report, Briggs. Have we got eyes on those flights?"*

**Agent Daniel Briggs:** 
*"All three planes have been contacted and grounded at secure airfields. Greek authorities are sweeping them now, but so far, no sign of explosives. We’ve got bomb squads on every flight just in case, but..."* 
*He hesitates, his brow furrowing as if something doesn’t add up.*

**Agent Sarah Coleman:** 
*"Chief, I’ve got MI5 and Interpol coordinating on the ground in Athens, but we’re running out of time. If there’s anything, we need to find it now."* 
*Her voice is tense, but she keeps her focus, determination etched on her face.*

**Section Chief Mercer:** 
*"Good. Stay on it. We can’t take any chances."*

**[As the minutes tick away, tension builds to a breaking point. Suddenly, a loud beep from one of the monitors breaks the silence. It’s a new incoming transmission—a live video feed from Mr. Black.]**

**[Everyone in the command center freezes as the familiar image of Mr. Black fills the screen, this time in sharper focus, his devilish mask giving nothing away but the sinister grin beneath. He’s standing in what appears to be an abandoned warehouse, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows across his face.]**

**Mr. Black (on screen):** 
*"Bravo, my dear FBI. Bravo! You’ve done exceedingly well. All ten bombs disarmed, and not a single casualty. Or should I say... all seven?"* 
*His tone is mocking, dripping with condescension as he emphasizes the number.*

**[Mercer’s eyes narrow as he hears this, a cold realization dawning.]**

**Section Chief Mercer:** 
*"Seven...? What is he playing at?"*

**[Mr. Black continues, almost laughing now.]**

**Mr. Black (on screen):** 
*"Oh, didn’t I mention? There were never fifteen bombs. Just a little... miscommunication on my part. In truth, you were only ever hunting down ten bombs, and those three planes? Well, let’s just say... I do enjoy a good prank. Those planes were as safe as can be. No bombs, no danger. Just a wild goose chase."* 
*He leans closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper.* 
*"But don’t get too comfortable. The game isn’t over... not by a long shot."*

**[The screen flickers for a moment, then Mr. Black’s image zooms out to reveal a large map of Europe behind him, with several locations marked in red. He doesn’t say anything about the map, just lets the image linger for a few seconds, the implication clear: there’s more to come.]**

**Mr. Black (on screen):** 
*"You see, my friends, this was just a taste—a warm-up, if you will.

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