Summary:
The timestamp in the corner of the screen ticks on from 01:24:03 to :04 to :05, until the minute switches to 25—a total of fifty-seven seconds.The guards hold their position, motionless, until the Guard on the right slumps just a little further, elbow slipping off the desk. He flails and barely catches himself on the edge of the table. The Guard on the left jumps and hauls his helmet off. He turns and appears to be spitting invectives at the Guard on the right. The right-hand Guard appears to be about to reply——and then they both freeze and turn to face the camera, body language changing like a switch has flipped. The left-hand Guard jams his helmet back on his head as the first pulls a blaster, and a third clone steps into frame—helmetless, in plain white plastoid armor, both hands up and weaponless.As he walks forward, a tattoo in the shape of a number five just barely shows on his temple.
