Vše o SRS

I rose from the ruble my body covered in dust and burns. I studied the once great city that only years before was New York City. It now had very few standing walls and the cars that once covered the street were now just pieces of twisted metal whose divers’ bones littered the street. And no one in their right mind wondered for fear of the ration that might still linger.
I searched for where the blast had come from. Nothing was around. Good this should be a walk in the park. I thought, whatever the hell that even meant. It was one of those saying my mom had said when I was young. Like honey you can’t eat you pie and have it too, what was a cake anyway?
“Sixteen years old why am I not in some school somewhere? Oh that’s right cause a few morons thought hey let’s just blew the whole dam word to hell.” I said aloud
I heard a chuckle off to my left.
“Who’s there?” I asked searching for someone. Pulling my knife out know how dead I would be if it was a HK or different killing machine thought up by the humans behind Hnet?
No one appeared. I walked away listening closely. In case who ever laughed might want to follow me. Then I heard the footsteps of a man or a tall boy I wasn’t sure which, but I pretended that I didn’t know that they were following me.
“did you really think I don’t know that you know that I’m following you?” he asked I couldn’t tell his age from his voice maybe seventeen-ish .
I turned around almost expecting him to shoot me or something.
“good.” he almost whispered.
“Who are you?” I asked studying him. He was tall had black hair and green eyes like the trees that no longer stood in any cities and he had clothing I had only seen on the boys who were trained to be soldiers.
“Your name is Alex.”
“That my name.” I said freaked out that, this guy who should have been about 17 knew my name.
“my name is Connor. I am part of project tomorrow my mission is to stop the war and you are the girl who is meant to help me.”
I backed up from him searching for any trace that he was joking. His face betrayed no emotion and his eyes started into mine. Nothing showed that he was joking. But that did not make him safe for all she know he was sent to kill her. he most have escaped from a crazy house after the big boom.
“You’re kidding right?” I asked studding him.
“No I am not kidding you.” He said still no emotion. It was really creepy.
“Please you are the human races only chance for a new tomorrow.” He said
Then there was a blinding blue light about a hundred feet off.
“Dam it,” he cursed, “if you do not agree now you might be killed. I am not the only one who knows how much of a difference you can make. ” Only sight discomfort showed on his face.
I snickered at him. “oh yeah the others they will kill me with their plasma guns.” I said my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“They will not think twice to kill you. You are the world’s only hope.” He whispered, “so are you going to stay here and be killed or are going to come with me?”

For example, I have an Led Lenser Flashlight which pumps out 225 lumens. It’s a military light which you might see under the barrel of a soldier’s rifle or pistol. In low light I can use it to aid in auto-focus and it makes manual focusing in low light much easier for these 43 year old eyes.
I also always carry a multi-tool of some sort. At the moment it’s a swiss army knife. One day I’m actually going to use it for something. lol.
@ andy w …. I don’t use gaffer tape, but I love duct tape! I could build a space ship out of that stuff.
@ Picture Taker …. it’s funny but I never actually thought about the importance of good boots. I wear these old beat up Scarpa Trek boots that must be getting on to 15 years old. They no longer look pretty, but they’re still going strong and keeping my feet dry.

I’m shopping for a strictly UK legal pocket tool that is a bit more functional than a swiss army knife. Can someone tell me whether the knife on the Leatherman Micra has a locking blade?

I don’t like multi tools very much i.e. Leatherman, swiss army