Vera called him in on the fourth morning.
The table had been cleared of everything except five items arranged in a line. He looked at them and she began.
"This first," she said, pointing to a bundle wrapped in dark cloth, tied with a cord. It looked like something you could hold in one hand. "Incapacitation dust. Throw it into a concentrated group, the cloth burns on impact and releases the compound into the air. Anyone within a close radius goes down. Disoriented and unable to stand, some will lose consciousness entirely." She looked at him. "At high concentration, it kills. At lower concentration, they wake up. You decide which you want based on how close the bundle lands and how tightly packed the men are."
"How many of these?"
