He quickly snatched a hidden Swiss Army knife from under the spoiler and slid it into a concealed holster at his waist. Quickly, he groped around the hot license,wincing, and it flipped open. A grenade-like object, spherical and grey, lay inside, along with other things- weapons, a couple tourniquets, a complicated cipher designed by the CIA themselves that he had altered, along with various gadgets. Pulling the grey sphere out, he paused, then pulled out the pin and placed it inside, just under the point of impact. He chucked it into the front door, promptly closed it, then backed up, as the fire was now engulfing the entire car. There was a poof when it exploded, showering the interior with ash and debris. It was at that moment when he ran towards Siwa, and the armed Egyptians whom he had squared off with followed close behind, having abandoned their vehicles, their body language in such a manner that exuded that they were here to kill him. Behind him, for a moment, they watched as Ryan walked along the desert sand, and then there was a single shot, fired from a silenced DSR