It's cradled in his arms: hefty iron and copper and pipes, all welded together into something which can only be called a 'gun' because things that kill you come out of the end. It's so makeshift that it literally has a crank made out of a spanner. There's a nozzle and some kind of a pressure gauge, and a switch with three colours: red, blue and yellow, all in flaking paint.
Jack looks at Sinclair, hoping against hope for a positive response.
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It's cradled in his arms: hefty iron and copper and pipes, all welded together into something which can only be called a 'gun' because things that kill you come out of the end. It's so makeshift that it literally has a crank made out of a spanner. There's a nozzle and some kind of a pressure gauge, and a switch with three colours: red, blue and yellow, all in flaking paint.
Jack looks at Sinclair, hoping against hope for a positive response.