"Yeah, definitely," Barry says a little too brightly as he carefully tapes one of the bombs against the hinges. "We're going to need at least fifteen feet. "If we move those tables to the sides and put this one in the middle at the very back, we should be good."

He looks at his handiwork and hopes to God, this tape holds. He moves quickly, pushing one of the tables to the side and nodding for Lydia to do the other one. He fips one of the tables on it's side and slides it to the back of the room.

He takes a deep breath. "Ready?"