Re: Hectate (Courage Wolf)
Seeing the whiteboard after finding the flashlight next to useless, Hecate cursed and dug around for some paper. If she couldn't find that, she would stomp all the way back to the arachne's room, harvest some silk into a ball, stick it on the flashlight, pull the lead round from a bullet, pour the gunpowder on the silk, and then slap the silk onto the bottom of the flashlight before igniting it with the muzzle flash from the glock again to use as an impromptu torch to read the whiteboard, only having 6 or 7 seconds of light at most, but enough to read what she was after. This was getting rediculous. She felt like Macgyver.