A moment later and the door opened, agents rushing in, yelling and with guns trained at the sole remaining figure. The 'victor'.
"ON YOUR KNEES!"
Coulson sighed. He had been betting on the kid, but he was wrong. Clearly he wasn't the ideal candidate after all.
He pulled out his weapon, looking to Sebastian with a disappointed shake of his head.
"You were supposed to shoot yourself," he admonished, leveling the gun at his temple. Apparently he wasn't as selfless as he'd first seemed. He turned on his radio.
"There will be no round two for room 67. Candidates ill suited. Experiment terminated. He pulled the trigger. On to room 67.