Relentless

6

Just inside the doorway the explosion had dug a little crater in the dirt floor. Vickers picked up a small piece of metal and dropped it quickly because it was still hot. “Shrapnel. It was a fragmentation grenade.”

Watchman nodded. He fingered the charred end of the dangling piece of wire by the door frame. They had wired the grenade to the post and hooked the tripwire around the latch, to pull the pin when the door was opened.

“Now that raises an interesting question,” Watchman said.

“Such as?”

“Just how many more of these handy little goodies do you suppose they’re carrying?”