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Authors: John Conroe
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the three,
looking through their piles and nodding to himself or frowning at
this or that item. When Jetta reached up under her shirt to her bra
and pulled out a little knife, he took note, which would have been
creepy except his eyes were glued to the knife. Immediately, he
held out his hand to see it, then held it up to the class.
“Very nice, Miss Sutton. Class, this little
beauty is called a Hideaway Knife. That’s its brand name. Designed
by an engineer who discovered she didn’t like being unarmed…ever.
See the loop where the handle should be? Unless I miss my guess,
it’s been custom fitted to Miss Sutton’s first two fingers.”
He gestured at her to raise her arm and then
fit the knife over her fingers, leaving her with a steel loop over
her middle and index fingers, with a two-inch bladed triangular
razor edge jutting out from the looped handle.
“Miss Sutton wasn’t born with claws—so she
bought some. And they can’t get knocked out of her hand; she can
handle things while wearing them and they can be hidden virtually
anywhere—and she’s plated them in silver,” he said, eyeing the
blade closely.
His hand touched the paracord bracelet on her
wrist and he jerked back as if burned. Looking at his fingers then
her bracelet, he nodded.
“Tell us what you have here, Miss Sutton,” he
said, looking pleased, as if being burned by a student was a good
thing.
“Well, these are paracord, so I can use them
for all kinds of things in an emergency. The one on my right hand
has a survival kit woven into it. You know: fishhook, line, wire,
can-opener, fire flint, and even a little handcuff key. And I’ve
modified both of them,” Jetta said.
“Yes, you have. What have you added?”
“Well, I wove an additional wire into them,
made of silver, and I threaded a number of different-sized silver
beads onto it.”
“What good are they?” he asked.
“The beads and wire make a pretty good
protection from getting my wrists grabbed, by any… well… by any
weres,” she said, flashing a defiant expression.
“Weres or vampires, eh Miss Westing?” he
said, turning to the pale vampire chick who was lurking, er,
sitting in the corner of the room, a noticeable gap between her and
her neighbors. She gave him a cool nod.
“Smart. But what else can you do with them?”
he pressed Jetta.
“The various sizes fit inside the hollow
points of most common pistol ammo. If I come into possession of a
handgun, it’ll likely have hollow points in it and I can make them
effective for werewolves, er, all weres and I guess vampires, too.
I can glue them to the top of a shotgun slug or open the case of a
buckshot round and put them inside.”
“And how would you come into possession of
such a weapon?” he asked.
“Honestly, Mack can just go buy them here in
Vermont. This is America. Guns are all over the place. Hell, half
of the houses in this state probably have at least one gun in
them.”
“Clever girl. Now then, what’s this?” he
asked, darting with faster-than-human speed to pick out a ziplock
baggie of powdered grey material from Mack’s pile.
“Homemade Tannerite, sir,” Mack said. “It’s
still separated, so it’s not activated.”
“Tannerite… anyone know what it is?” he
asked.
“A commercial binary explosive formed from
ammonium nitrate and powdered aluminum. It’s set off by a
high-energy kinetic event, such as a rifle round impacting it,”
Caceo said.
“Yes, of course you would know that, Miss
Jensen. So you have a legal explosive, but how will you set it
off?” he asked, pocketing the baggie.
“If I have access to a rifle, then it’s easy.
If not, then each baggie has a .223 round in it, which I can use to
improvise a firing mechanism. It’s a little tricky, but I’ve done
it before. I’m a pretty fair machinist.”
“I hope you are paying attention, class.
Parabellum—to prepare
looking through their piles and nodding to himself or frowning at
this or that item. When Jetta reached up under her shirt to her bra
and pulled out a little knife, he took note, which would have been
creepy except his eyes were glued to the knife. Immediately, he
held out his hand to see it, then held it up to the class.
“Very nice, Miss Sutton. Class, this little
beauty is called a Hideaway Knife. That’s its brand name. Designed
by an engineer who discovered she didn’t like being unarmed…ever.
See the loop where the handle should be? Unless I miss my guess,
it’s been custom fitted to Miss Sutton’s first two fingers.”
He gestured at her to raise her arm and then
fit the knife over her fingers, leaving her with a steel loop over
her middle and index fingers, with a two-inch bladed triangular
razor edge jutting out from the looped handle.
“Miss Sutton wasn’t born with claws—so she
bought some. And they can’t get knocked out of her hand; she can
handle things while wearing them and they can be hidden virtually
anywhere—and she’s plated them in silver,” he said, eyeing the
blade closely.
His hand touched the paracord bracelet on her
wrist and he jerked back as if burned. Looking at his fingers then
her bracelet, he nodded.
“Tell us what you have here, Miss Sutton,” he
said, looking pleased, as if being burned by a student was a good
thing.
“Well, these are paracord, so I can use them
for all kinds of things in an emergency. The one on my right hand
has a survival kit woven into it. You know: fishhook, line, wire,
can-opener, fire flint, and even a little handcuff key. And I’ve
modified both of them,” Jetta said.
“Yes, you have. What have you added?”
“Well, I wove an additional wire into them,
made of silver, and I threaded a number of different-sized silver
beads onto it.”
“What good are they?” he asked.
“The beads and wire make a pretty good
protection from getting my wrists grabbed, by any… well… by any
weres,” she said, flashing a defiant expression.
“Weres or vampires, eh Miss Westing?” he
said, turning to the pale vampire chick who was lurking, er,
sitting in the corner of the room, a noticeable gap between her and
her neighbors. She gave him a cool nod.
“Smart. But what else can you do with them?”
he pressed Jetta.
“The various sizes fit inside the hollow
points of most common pistol ammo. If I come into possession of a
handgun, it’ll likely have hollow points in it and I can make them
effective for werewolves, er, all weres and I guess vampires, too.
I can glue them to the top of a shotgun slug or open the case of a
buckshot round and put them inside.”
“And how would you come into possession of
such a weapon?” he asked.
“Honestly, Mack can just go buy them here in
Vermont. This is America. Guns are all over the place. Hell, half
of the houses in this state probably have at least one gun in
them.”
“Clever girl. Now then, what’s this?” he
asked, darting with faster-than-human speed to pick out a ziplock
baggie of powdered grey material from Mack’s pile.
“Homemade Tannerite, sir,” Mack said. “It’s
still separated, so it’s not activated.”
“Tannerite… anyone know what it is?” he
asked.
“A commercial binary explosive formed from
ammonium nitrate and powdered aluminum. It’s set off by a
high-energy kinetic event, such as a rifle round impacting it,”
Caceo said.
“Yes, of course you would know that, Miss
Jensen. So you have a legal explosive, but how will you set it
off?” he asked, pocketing the baggie.
“If I have access to a rifle, then it’s easy.
If not, then each baggie has a .223 round in it, which I can use to
improvise a firing mechanism. It’s a little tricky, but I’ve done
it before. I’m a pretty fair machinist.”
“I hope you are paying attention, class.
Parabellum—to prepare
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