She turned her eyes to the neighboring stack, that of her bomb design sketches. The team had commissioned her to develop a micro bomb the size of a bullet. Which could actually be loaded into a gun. And they wanted it to possess the power to blow up a grove of trees. Easy peasy, right?
Yeah, so she might have neglected to tell them that the task was impossible—well, unless they were thinking of shooting 40mm grenade bullets at a small grove of bonsai trees. More likely, though, they were hoping for something akin to a plasma gun.
They’d played too many video games.
While plasma guns sounded spiffy to boys who reveled in flashy displays of destruction, they were a long way off from being a reality. Come to think of it, they were actually complete nonsense. The enormous effort required to keep plasma stable in a fusion reactor was problematic enough. And scaling that down to a handgun was, well, pure fiction.
But Marin had assured the Orion Incendiaries that she’d have something spectacular for them. It had been her only way onto the team in the first place. Thanks to her grand professional reputation of blowing things up, they had every confidence in her ability to deliver.
“What happened to him?” asked Ariella.
Marin swallowed hard. “Blew himself up while experimenting.”
“And you’re sure you know what you are doing?” Ariella asked.
From her looks, she could not have been more than eighteen, but she asked this in a tone so like Marin’s mother, it was downright eerie.
“I do,” said Marin. “My other job is designing bombs for a company with Selpe military contracts.”
“Selpe military,” Silas repeated.
Ariella’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I thought you were an airship engineer.”
“I am,” Marin said. “That’s my degree anyway. But there aren’t so many jobs in airship engineering, you see. Airship work is mostly outsourced to the Helleans. They run the stations and handle ship repairs and servicing. So I had to take a job in bomb making. Oddly enough, there are always available jobs as a bomb maker.”
“Because they keep blowing themselves up,” quipped Ariella.