As the chilly darkness of the control tower enveloped Archer, she strained to see or detect any hint of the enemy.  Alvaro's warning still very much fresh in her mind, she was conscientious of the possible danger, as well as the knowledge that she still had a job to do in an increasingly short amount of time.  And than the familiar sound of a wire being pulled met her ears, and the last thought she had, before hearing the tell tale sound of a pin being pulled from a grenade, was<em>Bloody Hell</em>.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">GM</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolls a constitution test: 1d10a3 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32832)</div></div>