“Pretty light stuff, sir. Civilian grade. Most of it wouldn’t even make a dent in our armor.” Fred bent over and picked up a homemade grenade. “They threw bombs at you to keep you from getting close enough to realize their guns wouldn’t work.” The lieutenant laughed. “And made us frag the lot of them. If we’d known they were packing peashooters, we could have just walked up and tased them.”
