Jack disappears from view and Sinclair, feeling otherwise quite vulnerable compared to him, experiments with picking up the chemical thrower.
It's heavy, but not as heavy as he expected. He hoists it up and rests it on his hip, looking over the various buttons and nozzles. Fire, ice, electric gel. It really is like carrying around his own collection of plasmids.
Feeling considerably braver than he would with just his pistol, he steps out of the bathysphere to give it a test run. Really though, if a splicer wants to approach him with this thing spitting fire... Sinclair doesn't think it'll be an issue.
He readjusts to hold it a little more the way it's meant to be used and braces himself. The cartridge of napalm is already in there, so he pulls the trigger and WOW OKAY
...That sure is a stream of flames. Not a bad range on it either. And he can't help but smile, the way it's hard not to smile after blowing up fireworks or, if this were not the 1950s, scoring a headshot in a video game. It's just. Cool.
But despite his vision of crispy splicers in the near future, it's better not to tempt fate. He picks up the chemical thrower and waits back in the bathysphere.
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It's heavy, but not as heavy as he expected. He hoists it up and rests it on his hip, looking over the various buttons and nozzles. Fire, ice, electric gel. It really is like carrying around his own collection of plasmids.
Feeling considerably braver than he would with just his pistol, he steps out of the bathysphere to give it a test run. Really though, if a splicer wants to approach him with this thing spitting fire... Sinclair doesn't think it'll be an issue.
He readjusts to hold it a little more the way it's meant to be used and braces himself. The cartridge of napalm is already in there, so he pulls the trigger and WOW OKAY
...That sure is a stream of flames. Not a bad range on it either. And he can't help but smile, the way it's hard not to smile after blowing up fireworks or, if this were not the 1950s, scoring a headshot in a video game. It's just. Cool.
But despite his vision of crispy splicers in the near future, it's better not to tempt fate. He picks up the chemical thrower and waits back in the bathysphere.