"A gun that fires plants?" Tony repeated. If one were to judge by his baffled expression, he might have been asking for confirmation on a report of an attack by a two-headed man wearing a fire breathing chicken suit. "That sounds less than effective." After a week, he was learning not to say things like 'unfeasible'. Circumstances seemed to delight in proving accepted laws of mechanics, and reality in general, irritatingly wrong.

He shifted his tray further out of the way and opened his desk to retrieve his flashlight and the spare pair of batteries. "Do you have a contingency plan in place?" he asked. "In case you get taken one night."