She hands them over as Hancock straightens up.

"Hey, check it out." He's holding three discs in his hands, each slightly larger and thicker than his palm. "Two cap mines and a frag."

Cat pauses, then turns to Prometheus. "You don't have any more of those explosives like you put on the scaffolding, do you?"

"Explosives certainly seem like they would be useful," Prometheus agrees, moving towards Hancock slight to automatically scan the ordinances he's produced.

"Yes," he says in response to Cat's question. "I believe I have three remaining. Epimetheus?"

"You should have three remaining," Epimetheus agrees. "I have a further five."

"Walking arsenal," 'Sidora accuses the two of them fondly. "Epime's war chassis is insane the amount of ordinance it carries," he says, almost absently, to Cat and Hancock.

"Well aren't you handy," Cat says approvingly. "I guess the real question is how badly we want that Railroad cache, because if the answer is 'not that bad,' we could just bring the building down on them. Be a lot faster."

"What about the magnet thing?" Hancock says.

Cat makes an exaggerated "innocent" face. "Oops," she says, with zero remorse whatsoever.

"Pros and cons?" 'Sidora asks tilting his head. "What exactly do you get from this cache that is potentially not outweighed by the fact that we'd face potential death via supermutant? I mean, I think that's a pretty low likelihood, but should be mentioned?"

Epimetheus, meanwhile, appears to be looking at the main hospital building speculatively, as though actually planning how to bring it down.

"Uh... probably ordinance?" Cat guesses. "I don't know for sure, I heard it from a guy who heard it from a guy. You'd think that means they made it up, but the Wasteland grapevine is surprisingly accurate. Maybe some clean water, prewar food, chems, stuff like that. Maybe a Fat Man or some mini-nukes but all I do with those is sell them. Too heavy to lug around."

"And just how much would you expect to make from those sales?" 'Sidora asks - more out of curiosity than anything else. He doesn't seem surprised by the Intel system they're using.

"There is one other point to consider," Epimetheus says, still watching the building. "The need to get explosives onto internal load bearing walls. I doubt that blowing the external walls will take down the entire complex, and I rather think that for the sake of safety and surety that we will not have to deal with supermutants we would want a more thorough collapse than the external walls might provide."

"Oh," says Cat. "I didn't think of that." Hancock laughs quietly, and she makes a face at him, then looks back down at the mines, then back at the hospital. "You know what...? There's only one way in or out of there."

"Are we going in, or are we bringing down the entrance?" Epimetheus asks, tilting her head.

Cat snags the mines from Hancock. "Neither. I'm betting that if we make a loud enough noise and present a convincing enough target, we can get a good chunk of them to come out here. And since we know where they have to walk to do that...." She brandishes one of the mines.

Epimetheus gives a smile that has too many teeth and is a tad too wide and unnatural to be entirely comfortable to look at.

"I like the way you think," she says.

"I believe our explosives are slightly lower yield. More in-line with grenades than mines. I believe perhaps combining a few to provide the most effective explosion to take it as many as possible..."

"More than one trigger point. But we do not want it too spread out... They are somewhat too resilient to risk it. The next question is drawing them out..."

Cat grins and affects a limp. "Oh no," she deadpans. "Look at me, the poor injured human. I am terrified and cannot run away. Someone had better come and stomp on me." She straightens. "Or we could throw a rock through the window."

"We'll need to mark a safe way past the explosives if we're going with luring them out by playing bait..." 'Sidora muses thoughtfully. "And...I don't think we can risk having them jump out the windows." He squints at the windows. "Even if them fitting through those is unlikely."

Epimetheus sheds her jacket and holds it out. "It is not like I actually need it to protect me from the cold. I am reluctant to allow one of you to play bait, but unfortunately, I do not believe myself or Prometheus would be capable of adequately mimicking an injured human."

"We could always shoot you in the leg," Hancock says dryly, not at all serious.

Cat gives him a quick flat look and takes the jacket from Epimetheus. "I'm good with playing bait, but what do you want me to do with this?"

"You would be amazed at how well our limbs can stand up to the trauma of a bullet," Prometheus says brightly. "Although I have not in fact taken a shotgun blast to the knee...And then we would have to conceal broken wiring and..."

He does rather sound like he could continue listing reasons this is a bad idea for a while.

Epimetheus cuts him off. "The jacket is to mark a safe path once we've rigged the explosives. You'll know where to step. They won't."

"Won't I just be able to see the mines? Or, no, wait, you have different ordinances, I forgot." She folds up the jacket, puts it over her arm, and hands most of her gear off to Hancock, minus her shotgun and several shells. "Where do you want me?"

"There is fine for now," Epimetheus is almost distracted as her and Prometheus start setting the explosives. "Just watch where we set things so you know where is safe."

The two AGIs work in eerie synchronised silence until the explosives are set.

"Complete."

Cat tosses the jacket in the right direction, crouches down, and double checks that everyone else is a safe distance away.

Then she screams.