The clock face is actually just an ordinary clock on the wall of a ground-floor entrance lobby in the Millennium Tower. Multiplying delays and accusations of graft and corruption in the awarding of lucrative construction contracts have turned the Tower from a hoped-for symbol of tourism and trade into a major embarrassment for the current government. There's a guard in the guard station, slumped over in a pool of blood.
More blood spatters the fancy TV screens in the background.
A man in a shiny black trenchcoat carrying a heavy suitcase is walking towards the elevators, whistling. All in all, it should be a night to remember. Brief shot of a key in the elevator panel, allowing it to ascend to the clock level. A distant rattly, clacking noise gets louder and louder. The man gets out, into a gigantic open space at the base of the clock machinery.