Gifts

I was working late tonight, and this old warrior comes into the building, trailing a high-school color guard for the regular board meeting.  We greet, as old warriors do, and he hands me a box, tells me that it's a gift.  Then, he goes about organizing the color guard.

The box says Microtech Knives.  Later, after most of the foolishness had subsided, I opened it to look.

I opened the little box, and sure enough, there's a knife in the box.  I like knives.

It's heavy, at about six ounces, and it's long, at over five inches closed.  Then, there's that little button on the top, so I pushed it.  Oh, damn, that's just pure evil.

It's a spring knife.  The blade is double-edged, goes to a dagger point, and is four inches long.  Pulling the little knob back retracts the blade.  It's totally one-handed operation.

Thanks, Super Sarge, this is going to be in my pocket for the foreseeable future.