Sunday, November 18, 2007


“What’s this gizmo then?” Jasfoup picked up the cylinder and tossed it from hand to hand. It weighed about the same as a pepperpot.

Gillian barely glanced up. “Detonator,” she said. “A Goodfellow’s 37E. Even without adding it to an explosive it’ll take your arm off as cleanly as a surgical saw.”

Jasfoup put it down again. “Why has it got a clockwork mechanism on it?”

Gillian grinned. “Two reasons. One, it’s impervious to an EM pulse that would knock out most detonators and two, a wind-up toy fascinates idiot guards.”

“Sorry?” Jasfoup looked up. “I was watching the monkey.”

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