Those fantastic men and their killing machines...Covenant Series, book six...
"The BES looks like an eight-inch piece of plastic tubing resting on top of a toner cartridge with some exposed braided wires running between the two. It looks a little bit like a gun which I hate and over all the launcher itself is nothing to write home about. The little grenade it fires though…"
"Flash wandered out into the sand and stopped about forty feet from me. It took me a solid hour of practicing until I managed to get one of the dummy rounds close enough to him. Then when we tried the real deal the first two rounds fizzed and did nothing, the third one though."
“Civilians always complain about the cost of military R and D, this is the stuff they don’t see, the millions of man hours, the trial and error and the try again. No one pushes an envelop without waiting a shit ton of p…”
"The round landed within about five feet of Flash and erupted in a fine mist and he stopped talking mid-sentence. It wasn’t a grand mal, fish out of water seizure, he didn’t foam at the mouth or stroke out on me, he just…shut down. I used a stopwatch app to track it, he was down and out for about four minutes and then he sort of well…rebooted."
I saw his eyes droop and his face slacken and then he just shrugged it off and kept right on talking, “aper. I mean, shit, just consider how many volunteers like me wound up…”
"I was already walking over to him, probably wearing my concern because I find it impossible to hide how I’m feeling about well, anything. He saw that look on my face. “I guess it did something because you’re looking at me like I just number two-ed my BDU.”
“Fuck, did I?” Flash turned around trying to look at his own rear end and then stopped and grinned at me. “How long was I out?”
