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...from Clive Cussler's book "Plague Ship" I have been reading this week.
"They returned inside the sweltering warehouse. Linc pulled a matte-finished folding knife from his pack. He flipped open the blade and rammed it into the metal siding, cutting the thin steel as if it were paper. He wrenched down on the blade, slicing a long gash nearly to the floor. Then he cut across the tear, sawing the blade back and forth with a sound that sent Cabrillo's teeth on edge.
"Emerson CQC-7a," Linc said, holding the knife proudly. There wasn't a mark on the blade. "Read about them a few years back and didn't believe the hype. I do now"
He kicked the torn metal, peeling back the siding like the pedals of a flower..."
"They returned inside the sweltering warehouse. Linc pulled a matte-finished folding knife from his pack. He flipped open the blade and rammed it into the metal siding, cutting the thin steel as if it were paper. He wrenched down on the blade, slicing a long gash nearly to the floor. Then he cut across the tear, sawing the blade back and forth with a sound that sent Cabrillo's teeth on edge.
"Emerson CQC-7a," Linc said, holding the knife proudly. There wasn't a mark on the blade. "Read about them a few years back and didn't believe the hype. I do now"
He kicked the torn metal, peeling back the siding like the pedals of a flower..."