Yes, it’s one of those long ridiculous hypotheticals again. If you hate these, why are you still reading? Anyway, here’s the sitch:
For purposes of today’s silliness, you are a legendary badass. with the combined abilities of Aragorn, Jack Bauer, Angus MacGyver, and that guy Mandy Patinkin played on Criminal Minds.* You have on your person a variety of firearms, ammunition, & blades.† Sadly, you have also attracted the interest of a certain sadistic monster who shall remain nameless.‡ This vicious freak has kidnapped the human being you love most – husband, wife**, child,†† parent, lover, friend, whatever-- and placed them in the requisite automated death trap, where, in precisely two hours, they will be decapitated, stabbed, shot, incinerated, and dismembered.‡ ‡
You are standing outside the labyrinthine citadel where your loved one is being held. You know where their cell is; you know how penetrate the maze, make your way to the cell, and disarm the murderous devices therein. That knowledge includes your own assessment that the only safe way (for your loved one) to do so is from inside the cell.*** Furthermore, from your own assessment of the madman’s mad mind, you judge that he’ll let you and your loved one depart if you can make it through the maze and out again, as he is only doing this for yuks.
There’s one little snag, though. Within the citadel are a dozen guards, each deadly in his own right. The thing is, they aren’t bad guys. They have been led to believe that you’re the villain of the piece, an assassin come to murder the captive, whom they, being mensches, intend to protect with their lives. None of them speak any language you know, and they’re all the type to keep fighting to the last breath. You have no way to call anyone to assist, interpret, or vouch for you. Your tactical assessment of the situation is that, even if there were no opposition in the citadel, it would take you 105 minutes to get to your loved one and free them from the cell, leaving you only a quarter hour to deal with the mooks.
Clock’s ticking. How many of these noble, misguided warriors are you willing to kill to save the life of the one person you love most?
- Jason Montoya? Jeffrey Gideon? No, wait, it was Inigo Geiger, I think.
† Please note that this does not include sci-fi tech like Star Trek phasers or universal translators; for that matter, you don’t have any tasers, tear gas grenades, or other less-lethal weaponry.
‡ Totally not me, though. I can prove it logically.
** Told you the sadistic monster wasn’t me. Rhymers do not harm female noncombatants, or even threaten them.
†† That goes double for kids, noncombatant or otherwise.
‡ ‡ There’s no kill like overkill.
*** I mentioned the mad engineering skills, yes?