Meanwhile, Rahkaze made it into Cynthia’s office, which he really likes the same as his old instructor’s workplace. Wandering around the new workplace, he really couldn’t help himself. It really took him back, reminiscing about the good times he had with his friends and Alastair’s family. Alastair was a good man. A broken man who had his fair share of issues, but he was still a good man…

“Are you Rahkaze Zayne?” A female voice chimed in.

Rahkaze turns around and sees a beautiful female Serbian tiger kemonomimi standing in the doorway. She was tall with an athletic yet voluptuous build, dressed in an orange and black active ribbed crop tank top with shorts. She even had long dark red hair done in a high ponytail with dark green colored eyes. She was drying herself off with a towel as she was sweaty from her work out.

Really, Dolph? Rahkaze thought. To look at the first temptation, the headmaster has thrown his way, but he made the best of it, “Yeah, I’m him.”

“Good, I am Cynthia Devorah. Sorry for my state of dress. I’m usually never late,” Cynthia happily greeted as she approached Rahkaze.

“Not at all. Dolph told me to meet you in person…”

Cynthia was a bit confused as she didn’t know who the headmaster’s first name, “Dolph--? Oh, you mean the headmaster. Yes, the bomb fragments are in the weapons testing area. Let me get me to jump in the shower really quick and change into my work suit…” Cynthia announced as she rushed upstairs.

You people have no shame… Rahkaze thought.

A half-hour later, Cynthia had got dressed, and they went to the weapons testing area on the basement floor. It was a windowless testing area that had all sorts of weaponry from sidearms to grenades but never really something as destructive as incendiary bombs.

“This place is up to date,” Rahkaze looks around.

“It should be. Got all of this stuff put in a couple of weeks ago,” Cynthia gloated.

At least she shows the same enthusiasm as Alastair did, Rahkaze thought. “So, you run the new Shadow Support Unit now?”

“Yeah, the headmaster specifically wanted one. It was the first thing he ever did while establishing this university,” Cynthia explained as this gained a smirk from Rahkaze.

“How sweet…”

“I take it you weren’t of a fan of Copeland…” Cynthia probed.

Rahkaze shook his head disagreement, “Not only he was my teacher, but he was also a good man and a good friend. It was everyone else treated him like garbage because he had a good heart…”

Cynthia felt a lot of sorrow and mistrust in Rahkaze. Hopefully, she will show him that whatever he dealt with in the past is long gone, “Well, wherever he is, I think he would be proud of you…”

“Yeah…” Rahkaze hoped, but that was just another word.

Approaching the table of metal scraps, Cynthia introduced Rahkaze to the remains of the incendiary bomb that destroyed a small chunk of London.

“Here it is! The bomb that changed the world. The Mark 77,” Cynthia introduced.

“If you say so…” Rahkaze glossing over the fragments.

“What do you mean by that?”

“That’s not what I meant…” Rahkaze puts on his industrial gloves because of the bomb fragments that were in high-grade plastic bags. He opened one of them and examined one of the large metal pieces.

“The MK-77 is a firebomb with a thin skin of aluminum. They these MK-77 call dummy bombs, and you know why that is? It’s because it will explode and take out anything it hits. It doesn’t take much to make to explode either. Set this thing on fire, stand back, and watch it cook. Boom, boom, boom. Everyone in a blasting radius goes night-night,” he explained.

“The containers of the MK-77 is very light and fabricated of aluminum, with a capacity for about 75 gallons of combustible gel-like napalm. They lack stabilizing fins, and consequently acquire a tumbling motion on being dropped that contributes to the scattering of the combustible gel over a wide area,” Cynthia added. “Yes, Napalm is a mixture of 21 percent benzene, 33 percent gasoline, and 46 percent polystyrene.”

Not only she was cute, but she was also actually smart. She knew her stuff about incendiaries. Rahkaze hands Cynthia the bomb fragment has she weighs it in her hands.

“Feel a bit heavy and thick, coming from an MK-77…” She conducted as Rahkaze takes another bomb fragment from a plastic bag.

“Benzene is a light, colorless, aromatic liquid made from a variety of raw materials, mostly crude oil and coal. In many ways, it is similar to gasoline, of which it is a part. The major uses of benzene are in making plastics and other chemicals, not fuel, although it could be used as one,” he explained. “If benzene is breathed or swallowed, it causes throat irritation, rest lessens, excitement, depression, and, finally, convulsions, which can lead to death.”

“A long exposure to benzene vapors for months or years can lead to bone marrow depression and in rare cases, leukemia,” Cynthia added.

“As for Polystyrene, it’s a tough white plastic that is used to make cups, plates, and other tableware and food containers. In the pure state, it is slightly heavier than water. It dissolves easily in acetone and benzene, but not in gasoline. It is not poisonous; if swallowed, it passes unchanged through the digestive tract. But it is possible to choke on it. Heated polystyrene softens at about 185 degrees Fahrenheit. At higher temperatures, it turns back into styrene, the chemical from which it was made. In the air, the polystyrene melts and burns with a yellow, sooty flame. Styrene itself has a sharp, unpleasant smell that is easy to recognize,” Rahkaze concluded as he smells inside the bomb fragment.

Naturally, Cynthia was worried about his well-being, “You think that is safe?”

“I’ll let you know when I get my medicals…” Rahkaze ribbed. “Go on, smell it…” He offered as Cynthia hesitantly smells inside the bomb fragment Rahkaze was holding.

Out of instinct, she scratched her nose with a forearm, “I smell… smells like roasted garlic.”

“Exactly… If it were Polystyrene, you would be hurling…” Rahkaze conducted.

Freaked out that they are handling bomb fragments of an MK-77, she wasn’t too thrilled smelling something that could potentially dangerous, “Thanks, pal. Smell tests aside, what does this all mean?”

“Napalm was not used in the bombing. It was white phosphorous,” Rahkaze discovered.

Hearing that, Cynthia shrugged her shoulders, “Okay? So why the New Scotland Yard said it was napalm in the first place, in their final report--?” It was like she answered your own question as a lightbulb flashed on top of her head, but she has to say it out loud anyway, “They could have easily done the tests themselves… Without any help whatsoever from the outside… Fuck…”

Rahkaze nodded in agreement, “Yeah, the bomb was highly modified for an MK-77, and they didn’t want anyone to find out until now…”