"Seventy three," He replied without hesitation, though the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Though it might be a few higher, technically. I tried moulding some C-7 onto a bolt with a pressure cap once, but the thing didn't go off  until after the orc stumbled back through a door. I still haven't quite got that figured out just yet." In truth, he had simply rolled some of the malleable explosive into a sort of rope and wrapped it around the middle of the bolt, though it certainly had turned out to be a hell of a prototype.<br/><br/>At her questioning of his relocation, Lucas turned his palms up in a gesture of ignorance. "Officially it was something about 'equitable redistribution of personnell and assets to compromised units' I think." Lucas shrugged slightly at that and gave in to the wry smirk that he had been fighting untill now. "Unofficially, my CO in the 214th knew my dad when he was still active duty and decided to hate me as much as he did the old man right out of the gate. Only took sixteen months before we had a, ah, personal disagreement, and my transfer got stamped faster than it took to type it." He frowned slightly as he considered that line of thought more closely, and looked over to Warren with, "Well, actually I was transfered to the 109th a few weeks ago, but we got pretty much wiped out in that ambush. So here I am."