[D returns to Alucard and the counter with a small, five inch by five inch box and a slightly smaller piece of orbed machinery. His sword has been secured to his waist, but the hilt and pommel peek out of the edge of the cloak; this will have to suffice for now.]
Getting angry won't help.
[At the other end of the counter, he sets down the box and the core.] There is a man in the lower levels whose name is Lundberg. Would you vouch for his credibility? [The woman scoffs under her breath. He isn't a doctor, she points out. More like a medicine man. Better buy a coffin, too, if you go see him.]
And Gunnar?
[He's got scrap, she says. So does the whole damn rest of us. For a moment, she watches D, though her fingers still work on her own project. He's lifting the plate off one side of the box with the small, flat screwdriver pulled from a pocket on his belt. It was "borrowed."
The rest of the work is done by his long, pale fingers. Wires inside are disconnected and some reconnected. Some of them take a few tries, sparking out their resistance. D doesn't appear to mind the shock as he doesn't flinch. The round core fits snuggly in the caddy in one corner, and a single magnetic wire slaps hungrily against its side. At first, the box and its innards won't start up. He has to tinker with it a few more minutes before it begins to hum.]
Thank you. [The plate goes back on, and D turns to Alucard to offer it like a gift. It should be small enough to be concealed, but he'll have to mind the switch on the outside that activates it.] I don't know if it will work. The radius is small, about two yards around you. There's a single charge.
It's an electromagnetic pulse bomb.
For the guns. [Undoubtedly, where there's a crowd, there's gonna be Vakdir. Oh:] Don't drop it. It'll explode.
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Getting angry won't help.
[At the other end of the counter, he sets down the box and the core.] There is a man in the lower levels whose name is Lundberg. Would you vouch for his credibility? [The woman scoffs under her breath. He isn't a doctor, she points out. More like a medicine man. Better buy a coffin, too, if you go see him.]
And Gunnar?
[He's got scrap, she says. So does the whole damn rest of us. For a moment, she watches D, though her fingers still work on her own project. He's lifting the plate off one side of the box with the small, flat screwdriver pulled from a pocket on his belt. It was "borrowed."
The rest of the work is done by his long, pale fingers. Wires inside are disconnected and some reconnected. Some of them take a few tries, sparking out their resistance. D doesn't appear to mind the shock as he doesn't flinch. The round core fits snuggly in the caddy in one corner, and a single magnetic wire slaps hungrily against its side. At first, the box and its innards won't start up. He has to tinker with it a few more minutes before it begins to hum.]
Thank you. [The plate goes back on, and D turns to Alucard to offer it like a gift. It should be small enough to be concealed, but he'll have to mind the switch on the outside that activates it.] I don't know if it will work. The radius is small, about two yards around you. There's a single charge.
It's an electromagnetic pulse bomb.
For the guns. [Undoubtedly, where there's a crowd, there's gonna be Vakdir. Oh:] Don't drop it. It'll explode.