She hoped against hope that some mourner wasn't waiting above the; if so that mourner was about to get a hotfoot. Or worse.
She fired, and felt the cloth against her knuckles heat, and smelled smoke. The laser had cut though the box and was now searing into the earth around them. Was it wet, so that the steam displacement would open a air vent? Was it stone, and they would drown in lava?
The smoke was getting thicker. Grimly she pressed more of her sleeve against the wood, and used her other hand to shield it as well, ignoring the blisters forming on her hands. The laser didn't need oxygen to burn, she had to keep it going....
She flicked it off and immediately pressed the lens against the heavy sleeve of her jacket, trying to feel if the clear material covering it was damaged. She flicked it to safe, visible light and turned it on, showing a tiny clothed-lined space and smoke.
Was the smoke moving, drifting towards the hole in the corner of the box?
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She fired, and felt the cloth against her knuckles heat, and smelled smoke. The laser had cut though the box and was now searing into the earth around them. Was it wet, so that the steam displacement would open a air vent? Was it stone, and they would drown in lava?
The smoke was getting thicker. Grimly she pressed more of her sleeve against the wood, and used her other hand to shield it as well, ignoring the blisters forming on her hands. The laser didn't need oxygen to burn, she had to keep it going....
She flicked it off and immediately pressed the lens against the heavy sleeve of her jacket, trying to feel if the clear material covering it was damaged. She flicked it to safe, visible light and turned it on, showing a tiny clothed-lined space and smoke.
Was the smoke moving, drifting towards the hole in the corner of the box?