Uplift
my risk,” I said.
    Josh turned to Hamilton as we walked to the test firing point, and said sote voce; “I need to shoot him more often – doubled? Stock options?”
    Hamilton laughed.
    They walked to the part of the lab they had cleared out for testing.
    “They don’t explode, or anything…right?” I asked.
    “We fired them hiding behind a nice thick safety barrier. We weren’t sure. We fired it fifty times, and then checked for micro fractures. It’s holding up well. We’ll run it through several thousand firings each, and see what to reinforce…where it builds up residue…try it in different environments, and such,” Hamilton said.
    “Right. I hate it when the equivalent of a stun grenade explodes next to my ear. Luckily my hearing is better now. You’re sure it’s safe?”
    Hamilton shrugged. “Pretty sure.”
    Corey?
    Looks good boss. I’m right next to it too if you might remember. In for a penny – in for a pound…
    A pound? I thought.
    Archaic British term – here’s a data dump on idioms.
    Wow. People better not try to beat me out at trivia now, I thought as the terms flowed into my head.
    “You okay boss?” Hamilton asked when I had paused just holding the rifle…thinking about idioms.
    “Here we go guys. I will try the five different materials. Love the Aimpoint sights – they have just gotten better over the years,” I said, and fired at the ½” hardened steel plate, body armor with ceramic insert, a carbon nanotube armor we were developing on the side, a concrete block, and some polished stainless steel plate. There was a quiet whip – crack every time I fired, but no recoil. There had been a slight latency from the time I pulled the trigger, and the beam emerged though – not much, but a delay.
    “Pretty solid guys. How much latency from pulling the trigger ‘til the beam?” I asked.
    “About 0.01 second. Did you notice the whine from the multiple pulses? We use multiple pulses because the surface of the target will produce an ablation cloud that begins to partially shield the target. We produce a standing shockwave that forces through the cloud of debris from the surface.”
    “What frequency is the HF beam?”
    “The one you designed? Right at it anyway – about 2.7 micrometers – right there is the short infrared region.”
    “Ah. So we need to try this in fog, rain, and dust. We’d get some water absorption that attenuate the beams won’t we?” I asked – proud about knowing some tech from Corey’s downloads. I did not feel the least bit inferior using Corey’s information. He was like the most comprehensive industrial manual imaginable – but friendlier… “Let’s look at those targets.” I was sure they had seen those targets many times, but not when their boss had been doing the shooting from an off-hand shooting position. I had been good before my ‘enhancement’ – now I am awesome.
    “Damn boss,” Josh said “Don’t want to piss you off.”
    I looked him straight in the eye, and said, “No Josh. You don’t.” He was taken aback just a bit – my intention.
    The targets were pretty much what I expected except for the concrete block. The hardened steel had a nice clean hole through it, as did the stainless steel, and a much larger hole through the concrete block. Why? I thought.
    Corey said. Any moisture in the concrete causes it to explode the surrounding material. The carbon nanotube bleeds out the energy a bit so you could penetrate it with longer pulses, or if we make it pulse a bit longer…add that same type switch like Josh added to the stun laser.
    The ceramic armor had cracked, and the beam almost penetrated. I was surprised the polished stainless steel had been penetrated. Corey?
    It’s the dust in the air that carbonizes at the surface, and the multiple pulses again form a standing wave that forces through the material knocked off the surface.
    What happens to flesh? I thought.
    Clean through, and through wounds. After the beams go

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