The only way it could have been worse was if the explosion had been punctuated by screaming. As it was, Neve and I dashed out into the chilly sunshine, neither of us armed with anything more than our wits and her pen. If there was real trouble, neither of us would be facing it at our best.
“Where did it come from?” Neve asked, looking around wildly, seeking the source of the sound.
“Other side of the wall,” I said, heading in that direction at something a bit faster than a jog. Neve fell in behind me, a touch slower. Dammit anyway, please let it not be someone trying to blow us up. No one had tried to do that yet and I was hoping that the pattern would continue.
There was a second, quieter explosion followed by a whoop of familiar laughter and my racing heart began to slow down.
“I’m going to damn well kill them,” I said, dropping my pace to a jog. Neve caught up a second later, blinking.
“They don’t sound worried, do they?”
I shook my head. “How much are you willing to bet that they’re experimenting with some kind of makeshift dynamite for blasting tree stumps and foundations out there?”
“As long as they’re not experimenting with land mines and Cameron isn’t one of the ones doing said experimenting, I’m not going to get too upset about it.” She eyed me for a moment. “But you’re about to murder them all, aren’t you?”
“I’m seriously considering it,” I said. Idiots. First off, you’re playing with things that explode. Second, you didn’t bloody well tell everyone that you were going to do it. It’s lucky that no one raised some kind of alarm.
If J.T., Thom, or my brother are out there participating in this madness, I’m going to cheerfully throttle all three of the above.
I marched toward the gate, ready to hand several someones the tongue-lashing of a lifetime.
I can truly understand Marin’s feelings there.
Of course, I’d have been one of the idiots outside making with the BOOM. 🙂
(note: I still have all of my fingers)