I brought the little aluminum transport canister over, opened the lid and held it steady.

Kenneth laid the inert firing pin in the padded middle, shut the latch and locked the two spring clips.

“The casing’s clear,” he said.

I scraped the wet sand off the side of my leather EOD boot with the edge of a small aluminum spade.

The clock on the command truck’s dashboard ticked over from 10:39 to 10:40.

Kenneth took a folded sheet of white copy paper out of his waterproof jacket.