Emma nearly squeals in delight at the green light to blow the door sky high.  She gives Fanya a little grin as she walks past her. Nodding to the Fuk-Twins...she'd have to introduce her self later...she tips an invisible -non-existent hat at Becca , and ruffles sue/Jynx's hair giving them both an eyebrow waggle.   They were cute. She was deligted to blow something up...but for all the effort she put into being a hardened bitch, she really was pulling for the two crazy kids to work shit out- Even if it meant no more crazy -ass angry sex with Jynx. She'd miss the little pink haired psycho..but chances are they weren't totally out of the woods on that one yet...so maybe she'd get another chance.<br/><br/>Emma had something -better- then sex on the mind at the moment. Well maybe not better, but certainly fun.  Emma walks past the first group and moves up with Darion and Duos. "Duos.." she nods looking Duos up and down. "Ranger fuck.." she grumbles with out looking at Darion.   She makes quick strides to the door and dusts her hands off as they come to the thick metal door.  .<span style="color: blue">“Hide out over there..“</span>She points to the wall,<span style="color: blue">“Gimmie about fifteen boss lady.” </span>she yells towards Fanya.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“Thanks for watching my ass fella’s. “ </span>she nods at both Duos and Darion, genuinely grateful for their assistance while she opens her bag and starts to rummage about.  The gaps in the door were tight…one less skilled in the art of blowing shit the fuck up might opt for something simple like plastic explosives.  But Plastique was so …plebian.  Emma was an artist.  This was a job for C4, and lots of it.  Emma plops flat on the ground and pulls four bricks of explosive material from her bags along with four metal boxes , some wire, and some tape.<br/><br/>Emma plans to make two charges, and a remote detonator.   She recklessly pulls a hammer from her bag and starts to bang on the raw canister of C4. It was more likely then not it wouldn’t explode as long as it didn’t have a  electrode planted in it. She shapes and molds the metal tin into a  slim shape and starts to shove the charges between the door and it’s frame. It’s not really a good fit…but Emma would make it work. Mostly through the cunning use of duct tape.  She tapes the explosives on and pulls a brick of plastique explosive from the bag. She starts to press the firm -clay-like material into the gaps in the door , securing the other charge of C4 on the opposite side of the door with more duct tape.  She pulls a cigarette from her bag and lights it . It dangles from her mouth as she starts to wire a detonator .<br/><br/>Emma would almost be considered cute by the deep concentration she has as she uses her nimble fingers to twist wires together. Her tongue dangles as she joins red to black…blue to purple and Green to white.  She starts to twist the three ends together then closes the metal detonator cap.  She stands brushing her legs off and shoves the charge into the C4. She repeats the steps three more times, and then finally starts creating the remote unit. In theory the remote unit would let them all get clear and safe before the countdown started for the explosion. Once the button was pushed however., they’d have ten seconds.<br/><br/>Emmas sits on the floor smoking away as she wires the detonator in her lap…whistling a happy tune.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>