“That wire’s as thin as a sewing needle,” he muttered.

“Keep the cylinder steady,” I said.

I took a pair of non-sparking tweezers, pinched the base of the firing pin, and eased it straight up and out of the fuse well without touching the secondary booster charge.

The pin came free with a soft click.

Kenneth held the metal canister open, and I lowered the dead firing pin into it.

He screwed the aluminum lid down tight and locked the brass latch.