| From: | ROBERSON@***.EDU |
|---|---|
| Subject: | You and your arsenal |
| Date: | Sat, 12 Dec 92 08:23:16 CET |
want
to give a brief seminar on the safe and effective use of common household
explosives.
'Stalker 'n' me 'n' some others were hired by some Samurai Johnson
to take out a Colombian boat in the harbor. He provided SCUBA skilsofts
and equipment along with some C-12 to take it down. It was a 48meter
keel, so me, Kitty, Mako, and Tinker split into four corners with our
own little payloads. Nightstalker linked in via satellite to the boat's
computer system and jammed the electronic security. A sixth guy, Naught
the Avenger, held back in a rubber raft. We dove and swam toward the objective.
We were quiet, staying low to the bottom of the Sound. We made to the
boat and dropped ballast belts, floating up. Once there, we applied the
explosives. I planted it on the port keel, Kitty the starboard, while Tinker
and Mako took the starboard and port aft respectively. Mine stuck alright, Kitty
followed the instructions, and Tinker (a techhead if I ever met one) stretched
his in a geometric pattern of destruction. Mako fumbled, and fumbled badly.
Explosives involve releasing the potential energy of a chemical compound
into the kinetic energy of moving particles. These particles travel through air
as sound and, at high enough power, a concussive blast that flattens object. The
same effect is amplified underwater. We were all within 50m of an explosion that
theoreticall could have killed anyone underwater at 200m.
Mako's timer was racing its countdown of destruction. Mako scrambled
frantically with the controls, then gave up and sought the battery cover. He
tried three times to shut it down but he couldn't, and it exploded.
Kitty was thrown clear, miracously escaping damage. Tinker caught it
hard and was in the hospital for a long time. I myself survived only by having
most of the boat between me and the center of the explosion, and I got tangled
in the fraggin' anchor chain. Naught picked us up and called a ShadowDoc pal
of his and we made it through.
But Mako. Man, I'd just met the punk that night. I tell you, as a
former professional Soldier in the UCAS Army, I really hate to see untrained
punks with guns spout of 600 rounds per minute and call themselves wiz. But I
hate to see anyone become instant tuna yogurt just on a bad streak of luck. It
was Karma that saved our butt that night, all of us but Mako.
Just thought I'd share that story with you. Maybe next time I'll tell
you about the APDS-armed cybermonsters.]<<<<<>
--Hicks<02:19:08/12-12-53>
