prompt: An Explosion for Every Occasion
Garrus sat back, stretching out his long legs. "Jack, Jack, Jack. Surely you can see that some things call for finesse. A bullet between the eyes, a suddenly locked door in just the right place..."
Thane nodded agreement. "Taking only the object of your hunt is an art form."
Garrus elaborated while Jack looked on sullenly.
"If the target is in at a fancy ball, why disrupt the evening? Poison in the wine, a muffled pistol in the garden... there's an etiquette to these things. History!"
"Fighters these days. Hmmph." Zaeed shook his head. "Seems to me you're the ones missing the finer points of bleedin' etiquette. You should know there's an explosion for every occasion. They used to teach you that one right after they told you which fork to use on your goddamn salad."