'Don't trust the government at all... only difference between street grade and g-men grade is the blast yield...' This kid was some sort of super human, government hater, self justice, thing that had at least some bit of brains behind him. Really the kid had all the makings of a lawyer without a collage degree. Unfortunately he seemed to want to argue to the point of humiliation, "Listen hotshot, your starting off saying 'blast yield' which is used to describe the amount of energy released from a nuclear weapon. I'm not sure what black market you go to but most street men can't get their hands on something like that." He expected the kid to bluff and say he knew a black market that did but he would have to wait before saying that. "I could throw that bag that I tossed to you down a cliff and I still have doubts it would explode based on the type of explosive, and how they are packaged." Seriously, blast yield? The kid was probably talking about blast radius which still didn't make much sense considering all the variables put into explosives. Sure some street explosives had larger radius's but they were unstable and unreliable. He had tried to cheep out on a demolition project one time with 'higher up street grade explosives' and they came out to be three duds and a horrible concentrated explosive that could have killed someone if he hadn't taken an extra safety step just in case. Government stuff was just over all more concentrated and under regulations, much more reliable and stable.
Just then Mrs. Military popped in a word, 'Have you been personally blown up by an explosive and been forced to survive while everyone you were meant to command, and to more importantly protect, died?' He wanted to say, 'sorry I followed my guidelines' but she wouldn't have understood, 'Look, you might be the all-mighty engineer or mechanic or whatever of this group, but until you have hands-on experience on what those explosives can do, you don't have the right to say anything,' Was she serous? He wouldn't have gotten on this 'A-team' if he didn't know what he was doing. "Ok, listen up Princess-" He called any female that thought themselves to be 'higher up than everyone else' princess, "- I know what every explosive does behind its wrapper, and I have used every single one of these things one way or another. I may seem like a laid back, country hick looking for the next girl to take to bed but I have more collage degrees than you have ribbons." He was talking about the service ribbons that would litter her rack if she put on her uniform, "I wouldn't be on this team if I didn't know what I was doing so you should keep quiet until you know what your talking about." He was done with these people, he wanted another beer and to get this thing over with as soon as possible.
'All of you! Knock it off! We're moments away from becoming pioneers into the new world and fighting amongst yourselves. This is not the time, nor the place. For this to work we need to work together if we're gonna make it through. Engy, stop provoking the others. The rest of you, just drop it. We don't need to be fighting now. Let's just get this done.' Of course, the boss man blamed him for this petty argument. It wasn't like 'Silent' Bob had a short fuse and blew up at him for little reason and all he was trying to do was keep his credibility. "Yeah, whatever boss man, just get the machine up so I can get out of here."
He picked up the third bag and held it in front of him, if they thought they were going on a hike they must have been out of their minds, he could barely walk with what he had. After getting in position the portal turned on and he followed Issac. They came out into a forest, the same one they could see with the small 'window' as they called it. Off to the side seemed to be a small town, and he sighed, at least it wasn't a far walk...