Monica really couldn't help thinking that Granny Sinclair had too much in the way of weapons that would interest her...she was quickly proven wrong though once she actually saw the basement. Granny had things that she couldn't even imagine getting the chance to see, much less hold in her hands...truth be told, she was a bit speechless, only able to utter out, "W-whoa..." Looking over everything, she soon drifted over to the explosives section, naturally wanting to make the most Granny's generosity to grab something that no one else would let her have.
First things first, she chose a couple of satchels to carry all of her "items", not wanting to mix up her lighters and matches with the actual explosions. She grabbed a good amount of these DM something or other grenades, figuring that she couldn't go wrong with them...still, they weren't her favorite of the items that she could get a hold of. That coveted position belonged to what she found next, as she looked for something somewhat different from the generic grenade blast, something that she found in the incendiary grenade. Really, it was obvious if you knew her since it combined two of her loves in life, flame and explosives, her bacon and chocolate in essence. She stuffed enough to nearly fill up one of the satchels before becoming satisfied.
Looking up for a moment, she saw a few of the people poking about and picking out things in the melee section...which she didn't get. Still, Monica just shrugged and went back to her business, after all, she wasn't the one who was focusing on close range weaponry. She also noted that they were apparently trying to see if they could target two gangs at once, turning them against each other. She had no idea of how they would do that so she left them to deciding that, she would just follow their lead, and besides, she didn't particularly care who they went after first, just so long as they were able to take thrm out. She picked up some sticks of dynamite and stuffed them into the regular grenade satchel, that way, she wouldn't get them confused since one was round and the other was cylindrical.
For a moment, she thought that she had built up a pretty good arsenal...that is, until she spotted some C4 and Det cord [http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detonating_cord] on the other side of the room. Quickly crossing over to it, she stared at it in awe before removing some of the cord and wrapping it around her, shoulder to hip and stuffing and stuffing a case of the C4 into the incendiary pouch. She wasn't worried about the cord exploding since it would need a blasting cap attached to it first...luckily she found some near by and placed them in her pocket. It was the same for the C4, which was malleable enough to do nearly anything without exploding, even be set alight. In fact, the only thing she thought of that could make it go boom without a blasting cap was Det cord. She didn't know what they were going to do with it...she just figured that they could use it to tie up any hostages that they got and threaten to blow them up with it, if need be, with the Det cord at least.
Finally, she grabbed a hunting knife and it's sheath from the melee section, mostly to cut off the amount of Det cord that she needed before checking to make sure everything was secure. She then said, "Well, i'm done. Thank you for the stuff, Granny."
First things first, she chose a couple of satchels to carry all of her "items", not wanting to mix up her lighters and matches with the actual explosions. She grabbed a good amount of these DM something or other grenades, figuring that she couldn't go wrong with them...still, they weren't her favorite of the items that she could get a hold of. That coveted position belonged to what she found next, as she looked for something somewhat different from the generic grenade blast, something that she found in the incendiary grenade. Really, it was obvious if you knew her since it combined two of her loves in life, flame and explosives, her bacon and chocolate in essence. She stuffed enough to nearly fill up one of the satchels before becoming satisfied.
Looking up for a moment, she saw a few of the people poking about and picking out things in the melee section...which she didn't get. Still, Monica just shrugged and went back to her business, after all, she wasn't the one who was focusing on close range weaponry. She also noted that they were apparently trying to see if they could target two gangs at once, turning them against each other. She had no idea of how they would do that so she left them to deciding that, she would just follow their lead, and besides, she didn't particularly care who they went after first, just so long as they were able to take thrm out. She picked up some sticks of dynamite and stuffed them into the regular grenade satchel, that way, she wouldn't get them confused since one was round and the other was cylindrical.
For a moment, she thought that she had built up a pretty good arsenal...that is, until she spotted some C4 and Det cord [http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detonating_cord] on the other side of the room. Quickly crossing over to it, she stared at it in awe before removing some of the cord and wrapping it around her, shoulder to hip and stuffing and stuffing a case of the C4 into the incendiary pouch. She wasn't worried about the cord exploding since it would need a blasting cap attached to it first...luckily she found some near by and placed them in her pocket. It was the same for the C4, which was malleable enough to do nearly anything without exploding, even be set alight. In fact, the only thing she thought of that could make it go boom without a blasting cap was Det cord. She didn't know what they were going to do with it...she just figured that they could use it to tie up any hostages that they got and threaten to blow them up with it, if need be, with the Det cord at least.
Finally, she grabbed a hunting knife and it's sheath from the melee section, mostly to cut off the amount of Det cord that she needed before checking to make sure everything was secure. She then said, "Well, i'm done. Thank you for the stuff, Granny."
