Sunday November 30, 2008
Narrator:Mission briefing in progress, Southport, Dock Two, Bay Four. . .
Kevyn:Surveillance drones, nanny cams, and our hacks into Infracrat security all suggest that somebody is stockpiling fullerened antimatter in this building.
Kevyn:Your job is to confiscate it.
Schlock:That sounds like my kind of fun.
Kevyn:But I'll be confiscating your plasma cannons before you leave.
Schlock:Oops, wait. The sound of fun is now being drowned out by somebody talking out of his brass.
Kevyn:Hand over the heavy artillery, Sergeant Schlock.
Schlock:No. Not this time.
Schlock:The last time I let somebody lock-box my plasguns my friend got sniped in the eye. I walked return fire all over the city and still couldn't hit the bad guys.
Schlock:With these, I could have put a five millimeter pulse-bold of plasma through Snipey McWipey's scope and into his brain. One shot, no collateral damage.
Kevyn:But that's not what you would have done. If you'd had plasma cannons you would have hit his window with a two-meter blast, vaporizing him and setting the room on fire.
Kevyn:Am I right?
Schlock:Okay, that does sound like it would have been more fun for me.