Explosive

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It is currently 10:56 Pacific Time on Tue Aug 13 2002.

Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 72 degrees
Fahrenheit (22 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the
northeast at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.08 and steady,
and the relative humidity is 61 percent. The dewpoint is 58 degrees
Fahrenheit (14 degrees Celsius.)

Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (33% full).

Wharf, Pier Two

The creak and sway of the rotting boards are in sync with the gentle slap
of water against the pylons. Only the sections of the Pier jutting far
into the river have fallen into disrepair. The sections nearest the bank
are still is fair condition as some commerce still occurs by way of the
river. However, many goods that were once shipped via the waterway are now
shipped overland which is cheaper and faster. The wharf stands as
testament to an older time, when the River was a lifeline for the city.

Beyond the warehouses lining the banks to the west, the black asphalt
strip of First Street can be seen.

Jeremy pages: Your phone rings

Long distance to Jeremy: Salem picks it up after a couple of rings. "Yes?"
His voice is cold, emotionless.

Jeremy pages: Hey Salem, I just made a shit load of bombs, and well.. I'm
going to blow something up. Where ya think is a good place?

Long distance to Jeremy: Salem | There's silence on the other end for a
moment, as though the idea of blowing things up happened to be absolutely
the last thing on Salem's mind and now he has to click his thoughts onto
an entirely different track. "...Mnh. How powerful are they?"

Jeremy pages: They are powerful enough to blow up cars right now. I can
mix a bit more solidox into the pipes I created. Even got tennis ball
busters. They can do some pretty good damage when soaked in gasoline."
There is a pause as he thinks to himself a bit. "I even created some
thermite bombs with Roger awhile ago, got magnesium to light it up. Its
pretty bitching, makes a pretty blue flame."

Long distance to Jeremy: Salem is quiet again for a second or two; his
reply's belated, as if preoccupied about something, not quite focussed on
the conversation. "Needs to be out of the city. Last thing we want is to
attract attention."

Jeremy pages: Well, I'm saving the thermite for something special. I just
wanted to toss a few tennis balls to show Quentin." The kin replies
subduly. "But, maybe we can take a ride. I dunno. See ya."

Long distance to Jeremy: Salem | "Be seeing you," Salem replies
automatically, blandly. The connection clicks off.