[He doesn’t see a problem with it. Keith checks the pack and frowns at the contents. Sugar could be used for an explosive. But he doesn’t have the other tools to make that happen. He tucks the pack contents back into place and draws his knife.
They reach the river and he pulls his hood back over his head. The mask appears and his voice distorted but clear, breaks the silence.]
It’s going to be crude. We don’t have string or anything that could be a hinge.
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[He doesn’t see a problem with it. Keith checks the pack and frowns at the contents. Sugar could be used for an explosive. But he doesn’t have the other tools to make that happen. He tucks the pack contents back into place and draws his knife.
They reach the river and he pulls his hood back over his head. The mask appears and his voice distorted but clear, breaks the silence.]
It’s going to be crude. We don’t have string or anything that could be a hinge.
[Have to go with a snare. That is alright.]