"We're giving the guy who has no clue what a Nemacyst is the RPG?" Jordan asked quizzically to their leader. "Is that really a smart idea? Does he know which end to shoot towards the Grubs?" That's the last thing he needed, worrying about how the guy behind him couldn't aim for shit.

Still, he supposed it was better than nothing. If he missed, at least he knew which one to keep in front to take point. "Stop being a cock, Lucas. The kid is probably going to shit his pants as soon as he hears the first gunshot. Let him die at his own pace." He said, sitting back.

"Could be worse, anyhow. They could have given him a Hammer of Dawn." He could only imagine what sort of stupidity that would have created..