Bud’s Big Bangs is the only all explosives shop Eli’s come across in the Wastes, but his selection is, um, extensive. The shelves are packed with grenades, plastiques, sticks of dynamite and other ominously glowing devices. There are even a number of things hanging on the wall that look like, and probably are, miniature H-bombs.
“This one,” says Bud, hefting a steel tube, “is a real shiny. Neutron grenade. Vapourizes organic matter only, leaving you free to snag the goods intact.”
“Did you arm that?”
“Don’t worry. Long fuse. And I can just… wait. Where’d I put that fuckin’ pin?”