]And then she continued running and disappeared down he backside of the meadow.It was a moment of ""reality"" and truth for the photographer, but he had no idea what was lying beneath the surface of the scene he had just documented.After he arrived home late, he apologized to his Aunt and Uncle.The next morning, he located the spider that bit him (and kept it in a small bottle), and was worried about the after-effects of the spider-bite...it""s bait, part of an internal molehunt," and told her he wanted to ask Job why he had been "disavowed" - he then promised to "deliver the actual NOC list," while warning her not to open up the ""worthless"" disk that was equipped with a homing device, that would automatically summon CIA agents within no more than 10 minutes.When it was opened, a message read: "I am a bomb.You have just armed me".Gruber phoned with their new task: Using a five gallon and three gallon jug on the fountain, they were to come up with exactly 4 gallons, and place it on the scale, in order to deactivate the bomb, within five minutes.At a pet store, he also purchased a studded collar for Butkus and a smaller version for his own wrist, declaring: "Now that""s what I call class.