"[b]Huh... Reminds me of someone I used to date.[/b]" Drake holstered his blaster, and reached into his jacket. Somewhere within its folds, he pulled out what looked to be an improvised explosive--just small enough to fit in his hand. The words [i]ＨＩ－ＥＸ[/i] were scribbled in black marker on a strip of tape that held the package together. He hefted it gingerly in his prosthetic hand, like a pitcher getting ready to throw a ball, and glanced over at Caroline, "[b]Hey, are you a good shot?[/b]" Michael called out to her as he got ready to lob the device at the approaching assassin.