| Having a Pow-Wow |
[13 May 2009|09:19pm] |
Coming into the house, Hayden pulled a windbreaker over his head. Fat drops of rainwater ran along the slick sleeves. "Hey Izzy, are you here?" His muffled voice bounced off the walls. He only bothered to take off his muddy boots because he just had the carpet shampooed, washing out the beer and ash stain from the day he kicked the coffee table. He tossed his coat on the rack and his shoes on a mat.
Tonight, they were supposed to sit down and talk about progress on the electronic collar. He just hoped to hell there was progress, news that didn't give him nightmares about accidental detonation. He needed to call Toby, too, once he had the update. Wandering through the house in socks that felt damp, he flipped on a hall light and looked for signs of either roommate.
"In my room!" Izzy called out, not taking her eyes off her laptop display. Books both magical and mundane littered her desk along with printouts from technical websites, a testament to the research she'd been conducting ever since Hayden told her about Kris's dire situation.
She couldn't actually find tech specs on an explosive collar aside from details on Hollywood props, and had decided to focus her attention on Improvised Explosive Devices and how to defeat them. The amount of information on such devices was surprisingly extensive until she remembered that the wars fought over the last decade had seen insurgencies that made frequent use of them.
( Trying to Understand Bomb Parts )
( Sparks Or Trashiness )
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