*He frowned and looked at "Mike"* Seen me? Maybe as a supplier for your addiction. Black market ties are good for that. *He shrugged at the cheerleaders reply, he could always make more explosives. Speaking of explosives...* Anyone seen my coil of detonation cord? It's very explosive. *He sat back and disassembled his rifle, pulling out oil and a rag and rubbing it down. He made sure to pay attention to the mechanical part of the trigger. He again zoned out oblivious.*