"I just want to see if it explosives...and don"t tell nobody that I let you get away," Bones defended. "I"m just curious."
"Yeah yeah," she groaned before sliding the lock out and lifting the top.
Bones was disappointed. Very disappointed. Actually, when she first opened the case, he didn"t even really know what he was looking at. Light blue liquid inside a bunch of cylinders, with little slabs of metal along the tops. Big deal.
"What are these?" he asked, lifting up a metal tube. She snatched it out of his hand quickly.
"Vials," she said quickly. "Vials of expensive and impossibly fragile medicine."
"Morphine?" Bones asked hopefully. Maybe he wouldn"t have to endure another one of Ghosts" tender yet gut-wrenchingly painful sew-up jobs.
"No. It"s a chemical," she shrugged, trying to
