“Where the hell did you get this?”

I looked at the man, determined to give up nothing that was going on in my head or in my soul. Nothing that could reveal my identity or endanger my family must escape; for their safety and mine, I must remain anonymous.

The stranger eyed my carefully and peered into the sack I had slid across the table to him, clearly prying to find any clue as to my motives or intents. Nothing showed through.

Though not a career thief, my par excellence in that area allowed me to perform great feats when pressed, and the money that would come from this job was too difficult to turn down. The stranger reached his hand into the bag and brought out a small sphere with a handle jutting out and yellow markings that read M67 FRAGM on the side.

I cannot imagine that I betrayed nothing of my trepidation at seeing it again after having carried that object for several days knowing its destructive capabilities. I took the coin that he sat on the table and quickly made my exit, expecting him to fiddle with the object as humans are wont to do.

The door of the establishment swung closed behind me and a deafening bang followed shortly as all the windows blew from their housings.

I guess curiosity killed more than just the cat.