Erik was more or less confident of Bishop’s ability, but he stayed far behind the vehicles anyway. As he watched the Hellhound pull the dynamite back in the slingshot, he estimated the distance of propulsion as he folded his arms across his chest. He was going to do alright. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile as Bode released his grip and the stick soared into the horizon.
By the time his friend reached his side, a loud boom could be heard from miles around. He felt himself wincing as he observed the billow of smoke and dust that resulted from it. The explosion only lasted a split second, yet it was enough to shake the earth beneath their feet. He could hear himself laughing as the vapor and particles cleared. “Yes! Now, that’s what I call an explosion.” What was left in the bomb’s wake was a crevice far larger and impactful than the second one. He gave a couple claps of his hands before he took down his final notes for the day. Erik still needed to examine and measure each impression, but he could do it early next morning with his helper.
It was going to be a long drive back and he didn’t want to get back to the city too late. Plus, a drink was sounding great right about now. “Alright!” He concurred, taking out his keys from his pocket. “Let’s clean up and go have that drink.”