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quickly.
“He’s learning,” Darren said.
“Oh, god, will you all be quiet?” Carlos yelled. “I want to go through this and get back to work!”
Team Grendel all stood there and glared at the master weapon smith.
“I believe you have the floor, Carlos,” Ballantine said, “go ahead.”
“Channel guns you know, mustache rebreathers you know, compression suits you know,” Carlos said as he checked off a list of equipment the Team had used to fight off the cloned sharks before. “This thing, this technological marvel, is something totally new.”
He stood there and looked about as smug as any human being could look. Then continued to stand there, and stand there, until he looked over at Ingrid who was standing and smiling as well, but not in a smug way.
“Ingrid?” Carlos asked.
“What?” she replied.
“The sensory concussion grenade, please,” Carlos said.
“The what?” Ingrid asked.
“The sensory concussion grenade,” Carlos repeated.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ingrid replied.
Carlos sighed heavily. “The pineapple.”
“Oh, that,” Ingrid grinned. “I’ll be right back.”
“She totally set you up, dude,” Shane said as Ingrid hurried through the shelves of the Toyshop.
“Yes, I know,” Carlos said.
“Here!” Ingrid announced as she held out a small, bright yellow grenade in front of everyone. “It’s called the pineapple because regular fragmentation grenades are green and look like avocados, while this one is bright yellow and looks like a mini pineapple.”
“It looks nothing like a pineapple,” Carlos muttered.
“How does it work?” Ballantine prompted.
“Triggering mechanism is here,” Ingrid said as she pointed at a recessed button on the side. “Don’t worry, it can’t accidentally go off. You have to push in so the button pops out then press again and the button locks back into place. Once it’s locked back in place, then you have about thirty seconds to get clear of the blast.”
“Or your eyes, ears, and sense of smell will be overloaded,” Carlos added. “While that may not sound like much danger to you macho people, it is a hundred times worse than standing over a flash-bang.”
“Who are you calling macho?” Kinsey asked. “Do these tits look macho to you?”
“Too easy,” Max said, shaking his head. “You just make it too easy.”
“We worry about you, Sis,” Shane added, “setting yourself up like that. It’s careless.”
“Reckless,” Max nodded.
“Senseless,” Shane added.
“Not until a pineapple goes off,” Max replied.
“Good one,” Shane winked.
“Anyway, the shark that has been released after us is 115 feet long, so it’s not like one of those will stop it,” Ballantine announced. “It will take a coordinated effort to stun the creature so you can kill it.”
All eyes turned to Ballantine and more than a few jaws dropped.
“I’m sorry, but did you say 115 feet?” Darren asked. “That’s nearly double the size of the other sharks we’ve dealt with.”
“Good to see arithmetic is alive and well with Team Grendel,” Ballantine responded.
“Don’t be a dick, Ballantine,” Thorne grumbled, “tell it to them straight.”
“It is a very large shark,” Ballantine said, “is that straight enough?”
“Uh, a shark that big is going to require heavier ordinance than just some channel guns,” Darren stated. “Please tell me we have bigger guns.”
“We do,” Carlos responded, “Moshi?”
The diminutive woman stepped out from one of the shelving units and gave a shy wave.
“Hey, Moshi,” Lucy smiled.
“Moshi, my boshi!” Max said.
“Dude, you can’t just make up words,” Shane responded.
“Blerby blop,” Max said.
“That’s better,” Shane grinned.
Moshi walked forward and held out a three foot long steel rod. Team Grendel stared at it for a second then turned as one and looked at Ingrid.
“Why are you looking at her?” Carlos asked. “I developed
“He’s learning,” Darren said.
“Oh, god, will you all be quiet?” Carlos yelled. “I want to go through this and get back to work!”
Team Grendel all stood there and glared at the master weapon smith.
“I believe you have the floor, Carlos,” Ballantine said, “go ahead.”
“Channel guns you know, mustache rebreathers you know, compression suits you know,” Carlos said as he checked off a list of equipment the Team had used to fight off the cloned sharks before. “This thing, this technological marvel, is something totally new.”
He stood there and looked about as smug as any human being could look. Then continued to stand there, and stand there, until he looked over at Ingrid who was standing and smiling as well, but not in a smug way.
“Ingrid?” Carlos asked.
“What?” she replied.
“The sensory concussion grenade, please,” Carlos said.
“The what?” Ingrid asked.
“The sensory concussion grenade,” Carlos repeated.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ingrid replied.
Carlos sighed heavily. “The pineapple.”
“Oh, that,” Ingrid grinned. “I’ll be right back.”
“She totally set you up, dude,” Shane said as Ingrid hurried through the shelves of the Toyshop.
“Yes, I know,” Carlos said.
“Here!” Ingrid announced as she held out a small, bright yellow grenade in front of everyone. “It’s called the pineapple because regular fragmentation grenades are green and look like avocados, while this one is bright yellow and looks like a mini pineapple.”
“It looks nothing like a pineapple,” Carlos muttered.
“How does it work?” Ballantine prompted.
“Triggering mechanism is here,” Ingrid said as she pointed at a recessed button on the side. “Don’t worry, it can’t accidentally go off. You have to push in so the button pops out then press again and the button locks back into place. Once it’s locked back in place, then you have about thirty seconds to get clear of the blast.”
“Or your eyes, ears, and sense of smell will be overloaded,” Carlos added. “While that may not sound like much danger to you macho people, it is a hundred times worse than standing over a flash-bang.”
“Who are you calling macho?” Kinsey asked. “Do these tits look macho to you?”
“Too easy,” Max said, shaking his head. “You just make it too easy.”
“We worry about you, Sis,” Shane added, “setting yourself up like that. It’s careless.”
“Reckless,” Max nodded.
“Senseless,” Shane added.
“Not until a pineapple goes off,” Max replied.
“Good one,” Shane winked.
“Anyway, the shark that has been released after us is 115 feet long, so it’s not like one of those will stop it,” Ballantine announced. “It will take a coordinated effort to stun the creature so you can kill it.”
All eyes turned to Ballantine and more than a few jaws dropped.
“I’m sorry, but did you say 115 feet?” Darren asked. “That’s nearly double the size of the other sharks we’ve dealt with.”
“Good to see arithmetic is alive and well with Team Grendel,” Ballantine responded.
“Don’t be a dick, Ballantine,” Thorne grumbled, “tell it to them straight.”
“It is a very large shark,” Ballantine said, “is that straight enough?”
“Uh, a shark that big is going to require heavier ordinance than just some channel guns,” Darren stated. “Please tell me we have bigger guns.”
“We do,” Carlos responded, “Moshi?”
The diminutive woman stepped out from one of the shelving units and gave a shy wave.
“Hey, Moshi,” Lucy smiled.
“Moshi, my boshi!” Max said.
“Dude, you can’t just make up words,” Shane responded.
“Blerby blop,” Max said.
“That’s better,” Shane grinned.
Moshi walked forward and held out a three foot long steel rod. Team Grendel stared at it for a second then turned as one and looked at Ingrid.
“Why are you looking at her?” Carlos asked. “I developed
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