Without a word, the woman called Silvana selects a USB drive and hands it back to your boss.
"Ah," smiles Thompson, "This is a fun one. Let me plug it into the device. It takes about 90 seconds to load any new programming. And... there we go. See that crate over there? Would you like to do the honors?"
The crate? The one you're in?! You start to fumble your way up. You have no idea what this device does and getting fired is better than getting killed. But you're too late. The stranger takes the device and fires it the crate and, in a blink, you feel different. You can still hear the voices of both women, but now they sound both distant and booming.
"Incredible," Silvana exhales, suddenly regaining her composure in front of Thompson.
"See?" the director was beaming. "I knew you'd be impressed. You have just reduced that crate to exactly one twelfth its original size. Imagine what that could mean for your country's military power."