The prospect who takes the offered explosive just nods as Erik speaks, understanding the directions given, even if he really didn’t give much of a damn as to the reason. He wasn’t here to see if these things could be weaponized, he was simply here because their Chaplain had asked him to come and he still had to prove himself to earn a patch.
“Gotcha, toss the thing in a different direction, think I can handle that,” the prospect replied as he moved away from Erik and Bishop.
Bishop keeps one eye on the younger prospect as he goes about setting the second explosive up and tossing it in the opposite direction. “You realize they don’t give a damn about your data, right?” He remarks with a laugh. “They’re only here ‘cause I drug ‘em along and told ‘em they had to do this.” It’s a strange sense of power, the way the patches, especially the officers, can get prospects to do just about anything. Bishop doesn’t abuse said power, but he also isn’t complaining about the fact that he isn’t the man risking a blown off hand while handling the blob explosives.
“And where the hell is that assistant of yours? You could have gotten in on this whole ‘make the lackeys’ do the heavy lifting deal,” Bishop adds with a laugh. “Or did the guy finally up a leave you?”