"Your first instinct right now might be to log out and make a run for it," Sorrento said. "I urge you not to make that mistake. Your trailer is currently wired with a large quantity of high explosives." He pulled something that looked like a remote control out of his pocket and held it up. "And my finger is on the detonator. If you log out of this chatlink session, you will die within a few seconds. Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Mr. Watts?"