Monday, September 03, 2007

Nothing to see here...

~ Jared leaned in and eyed Sam's work warily.
"I pray God you know what you're doing."

"Yes, yes Jared I do. Now will you quit sweating down the back of my neck?" His voice sounded just a tiny bit testy. Considering that Sam was working with explosives Jared decided to go ahead and back off a little. He leaned back into the wall he was kneeling beside, rifle crossed over his chest and carefully peered out into the darkness surrounding them. The night was absolutely silent but for his own respiration and the faint whispers coming from Sam's direction as he gently swore under his breath. Jared waited for as long as he possibly could before asking.
"How's it going there big guy?"
"The damn blasting cap's aged! I can't say for sure if this thing is going to blow or not. Why can't we freaking have decent equipment for once? ~
~ Mine


Ryan said...

I know you're not big into cussing, but I think the last line could've done well with the f-bomb. Just a thought. :)

Anonymous said...

All he needs is a McGyver fix. I suggest alchol hand sanitizer and something else that would actually work. A trick from Sam's "old days" with a sketchally told story of origin would be good too.