'Good. Now you keep still or I'll break it. I'm not in the mood for this.' As I spoke, I was feeling rapidly through his pockets. In the inner breast pouch of his jacket I found a small plastic tube. 'Aha. So what little delights have we got tubing round your system tonight? Hormone enhancers, by the look of that hard-on.' I held the tube up to the dim light and saw thousands of tiny crystal slivers inside it. 'Military format. Where did you get this stuff, Curtis? Discharge freebie from the marines, was it?' I recommenced my search and came up with the delivery system: a tiny skeletal gun with a sliding chamber and a magnetic coil. Tip the crystals into the breech and close it, the magnetic field aligns them and the accelerator spits them out at penetrative speed. Not so different from Sarah's shard pistol. For battlefield medics, they were a hardy, and consequently very popular, alternative to hypo-sprays.