" 'Does everbody assume collateral obliteration now?' Damn Raiders should cut back on the psycho," Mac chuckled.
"Say what?"
"Raiders and psycho, man."
"No, the other thing." Vin moved over to look down at the scratched surface. His auburn brows descended in concentration, muscles in his jaw working away as he read the odd phrase until he suddenly paled.
"Dickin' fragbomb."
"Well, that's a new one…" grumbled Mac, then he realised that Vin was about to have one of his Post Combat Stress Syndrome episodes. His right arm and leg were shaking, he'd gone very pale and his breath was coming in ragged, irregular gasps.
"Heh..hey! Vin! I got you, sit down here." Mac quickly cleared rubble off the nearby staircase. His blue eyes were full of concern but alert, nonetheless, his voice gentle. When he was certain that Vin was not getting any worse, he risked asking, "What set off the shakes this time, bear?"
Vin made an audible effort to steady his breathing until he could speak. "That phrase. Read… read the first letter of each..." he took a deep breath, "each word."
"D..E..A..C.. oh."