http://browncoatdevil.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] browncoatdevil.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2010-04-08 01:55 am (UTC)

"Huh."

Okay maybe it was a little over Gwen's head, but she listened intently. There hadn't been that many slippery fingers in her unit after they got out of basic. Anyone with the perchance to drop a grenade in the middle of a squadron was out.

Motioning Kyle over to a table she had set up that was in the shade the red head carefully reached down and picked up a slender disc that was the size of a nickle. "It kinda has the same kick as one of these little babies. This right here is what they call a Griswold. Pressure sensitive, so it made right to place them on the ground in the open once they were painted a neutral shade that blended in with the ground." Glancing up at Kyle she gave him a wry grin. "When we were on St. Albans the Alliance found a way to put these in different fruits, mostly apples, before setting them. Take a bite outta one of them spoiled things and you'd lose more than just a hand." It was better to lose an arm than the majority of your upper chest when the thing went off.

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