Chapter 15
Getting home was no easy task. We had to carry the assorted tools and fertilizer all the way through town and through the forest. The weight was hard on our shoulders. Really irritating.
Anyway, when we finally did get home, sam went to work almost immediately. He got me to help, of course.
"Here, hold these firecrackers. I need to cut the top." I did gold them, they were all in a line, so he could cut them easily. He cut them and we carefully poured the powder into a cup.
"Good, not le's get the rest." We did the same with all ten packages of firecrackers. It was an entire cup of powder.
The next step was to put the holes in the tennis balls. We used a nail. This was a difficult task, but ended up working okay with the funnels. The hole was just large enough to squeeze a few small pebbles in it. We did this nine times before we ran out of powder.
He put a wick in it and set them aside with our swords and guns.
Next up was the pipe bomb. Sam tells me it is powerful enough to obliterate an entire residential block if the proper portions are mixed. The metal we were using was thin enough to do sufficient damage.
He started to open the chemicals one by one. The smell was gross, but I could deal with it. It smelled like shit, quite frankly. Shit and oil, but it was for the greater good so I dealt with it.
"Okay, I need you to bend the metal spade until it snaps. The handle is completely enclosed except for the one hole in then end of the handle, so it will be perfect."
I examined it, he was right, but it wouldn't work as well with the little shovel on the end. I bent it back and forth until the metal was hot in my hand. I looked over and saw Sam mixing the fertilizer and fuel in bucket while I let my hands and the shovel cool down.
I left it for a minute and went back to work on it, soon it was a simple pipe with a hole in one end and a stump of semi sharp metal sticking out at the other end.
"Here, I need you to hold the funnel. We are going to pour the liquid in now." he handed me the funnel. I held the tiny end over the small hole in the pipe, he poured slowly and it all went in fine. "Now be sure to keep it pointing straight up, or it will spill out. The hole isn't that small."
"I know." I held it up until he got the rubber stopper and the two wires. One on each side of the stoper. It was a small stopper, just the right size to hold the wires in.
"This is the igniter. I have placed it just right so that it will create a spark." He told me. "When I connect these two wires to the beeper on this alarm clock, it will go off. All we have to do now is set the timer and wait." He fiddled with the tiny little clock and got a good time. Then he turned off the alarm. "Don't forget to set it when you are out there or it will not go off."
Sam continued to super glue the clock to the side of the metal bar. The clock was no bigger than a digital watch. He connected the wires and insulated them apart, so they wouldn't short circuit. Then he taped them to the side of the pipe. We had a bomb.
"Now we need to make it float." I told him.
"No problem." He answered confidently. "Got some styrofoam. Just glue that to the underside and it will say afloat."
I shook my head. "No, we need it to stay at half float. If it is on the surface, then it will be seen and probably take, leaving us open for attack." I told him. "It needs to be buoyant enough to float, but enough dead weight for us as fishes to grab a hold of it and pull it down to be sucked up into the intake pipe."
"Oh, so it needs to be calibrated perfectly." He said. "I can do that, but it may take me a while to do that."
"You have a bit of time, so you can do it tomorrow when I'm at work."
"Alright, let's call it a day."
It was late, so we hit the sack. That night I had another one of those weird realistic dreams. It was a series of events.
First, I was talking to an old guy who seemed to be a ghost he was telling me something important, but I couldn't understand at first. He was a bluish colour and seemed to know a lot more than he should have.
FLASH! I was above a concert, where many people were gathered, I was a peregrine falcon. I closely panned up to see a giant sign, it read, 'Planet Hollywood!'
FLASH! I was in a jungle fighting hork bajir. Then a vine came up and wrapped around my neck, squeezing harder and harder until I couldn't breathe....
FLASH! An metal dog, finishing off the work we couldn't , and a crystal in my hand.
FLASH! An andalite fighting alongside us in the long corridors of the mother ship.
FLASH! A young boy, laughing at Rachel's misfortune. He was going to kill her and I was going to kill him slowly and painfully. I actually felt the emotion as if I was actually there and knew what I was going to do. More images of that boy flashed, I didn't understand them until I woke up in a rage.
"DAVID YOU ASSHOLE!" I yelled as I woke up. It woke Sam up too.
"Shut up or you're sleeping outside." He said as he punched me.
I was fully awake now. I had no idea what these images were. I knew they were important, but I didn't understand what they were ore where they came from, so I was baffled. All I knew for sure was that the guy who was trying to kill Rachel was really mean, I wanted to kill him. I actually wanted to rip his throat out and watch him bleed. I didn't even know what he did, but it must have been bad.
Oh well, I would figure it out in time.
Getting home was no easy task. We had to carry the assorted tools and fertilizer all the way through town and through the forest. The weight was hard on our shoulders. Really irritating.
Anyway, when we finally did get home, sam went to work almost immediately. He got me to help, of course.
"Here, hold these firecrackers. I need to cut the top." I did gold them, they were all in a line, so he could cut them easily. He cut them and we carefully poured the powder into a cup.
"Good, not le's get the rest." We did the same with all ten packages of firecrackers. It was an entire cup of powder.
The next step was to put the holes in the tennis balls. We used a nail. This was a difficult task, but ended up working okay with the funnels. The hole was just large enough to squeeze a few small pebbles in it. We did this nine times before we ran out of powder.
He put a wick in it and set them aside with our swords and guns.
Next up was the pipe bomb. Sam tells me it is powerful enough to obliterate an entire residential block if the proper portions are mixed. The metal we were using was thin enough to do sufficient damage.
He started to open the chemicals one by one. The smell was gross, but I could deal with it. It smelled like shit, quite frankly. Shit and oil, but it was for the greater good so I dealt with it.
"Okay, I need you to bend the metal spade until it snaps. The handle is completely enclosed except for the one hole in then end of the handle, so it will be perfect."
I examined it, he was right, but it wouldn't work as well with the little shovel on the end. I bent it back and forth until the metal was hot in my hand. I looked over and saw Sam mixing the fertilizer and fuel in bucket while I let my hands and the shovel cool down.
I left it for a minute and went back to work on it, soon it was a simple pipe with a hole in one end and a stump of semi sharp metal sticking out at the other end.
"Here, I need you to hold the funnel. We are going to pour the liquid in now." he handed me the funnel. I held the tiny end over the small hole in the pipe, he poured slowly and it all went in fine. "Now be sure to keep it pointing straight up, or it will spill out. The hole isn't that small."
"I know." I held it up until he got the rubber stopper and the two wires. One on each side of the stoper. It was a small stopper, just the right size to hold the wires in.
"This is the igniter. I have placed it just right so that it will create a spark." He told me. "When I connect these two wires to the beeper on this alarm clock, it will go off. All we have to do now is set the timer and wait." He fiddled with the tiny little clock and got a good time. Then he turned off the alarm. "Don't forget to set it when you are out there or it will not go off."
Sam continued to super glue the clock to the side of the metal bar. The clock was no bigger than a digital watch. He connected the wires and insulated them apart, so they wouldn't short circuit. Then he taped them to the side of the pipe. We had a bomb.
"Now we need to make it float." I told him.
"No problem." He answered confidently. "Got some styrofoam. Just glue that to the underside and it will say afloat."
I shook my head. "No, we need it to stay at half float. If it is on the surface, then it will be seen and probably take, leaving us open for attack." I told him. "It needs to be buoyant enough to float, but enough dead weight for us as fishes to grab a hold of it and pull it down to be sucked up into the intake pipe."
"Oh, so it needs to be calibrated perfectly." He said. "I can do that, but it may take me a while to do that."
"You have a bit of time, so you can do it tomorrow when I'm at work."
"Alright, let's call it a day."
It was late, so we hit the sack. That night I had another one of those weird realistic dreams. It was a series of events.
First, I was talking to an old guy who seemed to be a ghost he was telling me something important, but I couldn't understand at first. He was a bluish colour and seemed to know a lot more than he should have.
FLASH! I was above a concert, where many people were gathered, I was a peregrine falcon. I closely panned up to see a giant sign, it read, 'Planet Hollywood!'
FLASH! I was in a jungle fighting hork bajir. Then a vine came up and wrapped around my neck, squeezing harder and harder until I couldn't breathe....
FLASH! An metal dog, finishing off the work we couldn't , and a crystal in my hand.
FLASH! An andalite fighting alongside us in the long corridors of the mother ship.
FLASH! A young boy, laughing at Rachel's misfortune. He was going to kill her and I was going to kill him slowly and painfully. I actually felt the emotion as if I was actually there and knew what I was going to do. More images of that boy flashed, I didn't understand them until I woke up in a rage.
"DAVID YOU ASSHOLE!" I yelled as I woke up. It woke Sam up too.
"Shut up or you're sleeping outside." He said as he punched me.
I was fully awake now. I had no idea what these images were. I knew they were important, but I didn't understand what they were ore where they came from, so I was baffled. All I knew for sure was that the guy who was trying to kill Rachel was really mean, I wanted to kill him. I actually wanted to rip his throat out and watch him bleed. I didn't even know what he did, but it must have been bad.
Oh well, I would figure it out in time.