Jack calls up the plasmid and flexes his hand, compensates for what he guesses is Sinclair's added weight, and sends the trashcan shooting off the floor. Too fast. Way too fast. Fast enough to rip it out of Sinclair's hands, possibly or possibly not lifting him a few inches with the thing. Jack is accustomed to firing things off at the speed of sound, and apparently... didn't quite... recalculate enough...
The trashcan missile ricochets off the ceiling and cracks a few tiles on the wall. Then it lands and rolls. It's slightly crushed.
Jack stares at it, hand still raised, like it's a cookie Sinclair's caught him sneaking from the jar.
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Jack calls up the plasmid and flexes his hand, compensates for what he guesses is Sinclair's added weight, and sends the trashcan shooting off the floor. Too fast. Way too fast. Fast enough to rip it out of Sinclair's hands, possibly or possibly not lifting him a few inches with the thing. Jack is accustomed to firing things off at the speed of sound, and apparently... didn't quite... recalculate enough...
The trashcan missile ricochets off the ceiling and cracks a few tiles on the wall. Then it lands and rolls. It's slightly crushed.
Jack stares at it, hand still raised, like it's a cookie Sinclair's caught him sneaking from the jar.
Shit, that was embarrassing.