| [Mar. 6th, 2008|12:24 pm] |
"So you're Field Ops?" That's what they were called, right? Field Ops, Internal Ops. He piled another two chopsticks on top of his pair, the plastic clicking as he started to delicately layer a little wall, and braced them with toothpicks.
"Tags and traps." Oooh that was his area! "I do traps. But not as... Sabotage? Just Hunters. I go where they tell me and make it go boom when they want." He grinned cheerfully and added more toothpicks. He might need a little bit of string to hold it all together. He wondered if there was some floss. Maybe he ought to carry that around, since there really was no point wasting good wire on a ephemeral structure of cheap bamboo and plastic. |
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