<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Halvorson chuckled. "They can't beat us, so they're just gonna try and stop us." He looked at Baz. "Now might be the time for some good old-fashioned kabooms, fella." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Baz's dry cackle rents the air. "Right with ya chief." He takes a primitive frag grenade- a stick of dynamite wrapped with barbed wire and nails- from his waistcoat. "Keep yer haeds down! Fire in the hole!" He lights the fuse and throws it. He follows this up with a molotov cocktail and a white phosphor grenade. "Anythin else ya want chief? I'm pretty sure I got an M67 and a flashbang or two 'ere somewhere!" He cackles again "And for the heavy stuff- ones tha'll go through doors an' walls... show  me where and it'll take me aboot five minutes  to set one up. But I only got three of the buggers so be careful!"<br/><br/>He ruffles through his backpack. "Oooh, helloo there..." He grins. "Anyone want me to set up a shredder mine or two? Or  maybe a spring mine? I forgot I had these buggers"