Jag stood by, watching the others argue about who the commie-mutant-traitor was. It was frustrating, not really having any other leads besides the list the rabbit passed around. Unnerving, too. altnameJag was the Arbiter, for Friend Computers sake, how could he be the commie?
Then he saw. Citizen username sucks was conspicuously absent from the conversation, standing to the side watching their fate be discussed. Odd, Jag thought, that someone was standing by while a killer Communist was on the loose.
Then it hit him...
"Hey there," Jag said, pulling out and priming his Arbitration grenade, "mind holding this while I tie my shoes?"
"Huh? Oh, sure." username replied absentmindedly. They couldn't help but notice altnameJag's shoes didn't have laces.
Handing over the grenade, Jag scuttled behind a concrete bench and hunkered down. "Don't mind any beeping sounds, it's supposed to do that!" he said, ducking.
"It's supposed to be beeping?"
"That's right!"
"...what if it's not?"
Jag was puzzled. Grenades were supposed to beep for a few seconds before exploding, right? He glanced over the bench, "There's a readout on the side. What's it say?"
"Uhh, contact, I think" user replied.
How odd, Jag thought. He hopped back over the bench and walked toward username. "Here, toss that over and I'll see what's going on."