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Audacious, to say the least, the human had come for the disease-causing sword, supposedly on behalf of some mysterious collector. Whether he wanted it for a terrorist organization or for some vampire, it made no difference. Martin was obviously going to be compensated well for his fearless insanity. 

As the other vampires gawked, Mithias' trained eyes laid upon the explosive inside the plexiglass. There was no telling what the stone artifact was, or if Martin's claims about it were true, at least not for Mithias, but the ex-soldier agent did recognize a bomb. He walked up to it, taking note of the lights, the containers, the wires. Vampires were generally infants to modern technology. Even this "archaic" chemistry was beneath their study. Mithias would do them the favor of informing them. 

"A liquid explosive? Ammonium nitrate no doubt, and a lot of it. Yet... the explosion would certainly destroy the artifact, and damage Bedivere's floor, but the damage would stop there. Only the initial force wave of this kind of explosive is dangerous. It causes no fire, nor shrapnel. It certainly wouldn't kill any vampires that weren't standing within a meter of it, and in an open room like this, the castle is in no danger of being demolished. This is a 'light' explosive, human, an old formula first used a hundred years ago." Mithias backed away from it and looked at Martin. "Was it never your intention to threaten us?"