“Refining
my control. Check it out.” I made a peace sign with two fingers, then touched
them to the alligator-style clips on the counter. I sent out a surge of electricity.
At the other end of the clips, the ammeter registered three milliamps.
“Not bad.
So you can send a tiny current through your fingers. So what?” Jack never
impressed easily.
“Simple.
I’m packing my own stun gun. This gizmo can’t track it, but I’m sending out at
three hundred thousand volts. I’m packing my own stun gun.”
“I’m happy
for you. What you want to go zap a puppy or something?”
“What? No!
What’s wrong with you? I just wanted a way to defend myself.”
“Reilly, you
can shoot out lightning bolts. You’re making a stun gun when you’ve got the
ultimate Taser. Now, you want control, crank that down to half a milliamp, down
the voltage, and you’ve got an electric joy buzzer. Classic prank.”
Jack’s grin
told me he used that prank. A lot.