He glanced at Valentina, and while she supposed it was true and could mean less violence as the revolutionaries herded up their hostages, she couldn’t take her mind off the grenades.
“That’s not even the game changer,” Nandi said, slinging her rifle over her shoulder by its strap to lift the lid off a crate positioned farthest from where Skald and Kavi were working. Hero and Valentina crouched down to peer under the lid she raised only enough for them to see inside.
Valentina didn’t know what she was looking at; they were just plain gray boxy objects with a few unlabeled buttons on their narrow sides. But Nandi was grinning widely and Hero gave a low whistle of appreciation.
“That does change things.”
“They must have had something of their own planned to have two crates of this stacked
