<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Zhuhao.jpg/715px-Zhuhao.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>祝好</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Shack</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> The Team</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Preparing for the Big Finale.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>While the van bumped down the road, Zhùhǎo very carefully did not look at her materiel stored in the back. It wasn't just her belief that Murphy waited for you to be watching before he performed, but if something was going to go wrong, it was too late now. Everything had been packed carefully (most everything), inert and disarmed, in stabilizer-equipped cases. Still, there was too much ordnance for Zhùhǎo to feel entirely safe. Just the way she liked it. All watching it would do would be to spoil the surprise.<br/><br/>Zhùhǎo nodded to the Major's question when they arrived. She waited until everyone else had unloaded and was out of the way to unload her luggage without interruption. Two large suitcases came first. Each was nice, but somewhat worn; Zhùhǎo had gotten them used. Among the luggage of any slice of the population, you would only be able to distinguish them if you remembered which bags where sitting closest to where the center of the crater was currently located. Fortunately, the third, slightly smaller bag contained all the detonators, wiring, and other accessories necessary to erase a large rural manor or a careless demo-technician.<br/><br/>The final bag was a large, rather expensive purse, red with intricate gold floral embroidery. Zhùhǎo carefully slung this purse over her shoulder and felt her heart skip. While not live, it was armed. On a timer, given a remote signal, or sufficient impact, say being thrown against the wall hard enough, first a flashbang would go off, blinding and stunning anyone nearby not forewarned, followed by a conventional explosive to make a mess of the room in which those people were standing, then a final incendiary to clean up said mess. It was Zhùhǎo's contingency plan, in case she needed to clean out a room before she got a chance to take the house with it.<br/><br/>Wheeling her luggage into the shed, Zhùhǎo stacked them, carefully, in the emptiest corner. Stepping gingerly, she climbed up to sit atop the pile, her feet dangling a foot from the ground. She crossed her legs demurely, placing the purse on her lap before folding her hands delicately on top of it. Though she wore a calm countenance and a placid smile, inside her heart was pounding and her blood rushing. Her skin tingled. Zhùhǎo focused on her breathing, not trying to calm herself, but just to maintain her composure and savor the feeling of sitting on so much latent power.