What's that

Sitting in his basement room Xander finally had time to unwind. Time to relax. Time to repress another brush with **** after thirty or so close calls in the past 24 hours.

Speaking of repression...

Xander got up from his bed and started moving towards his souvenir from this adventure. Better the keep busy then dwell on almost getting killed. Again. The laser gun hadn't worked in their final fight out of the Initiative but a laser gun was a laser gun so giving it a look to see if he could find out why it wasnt working was worth wasting a half hour.

Just to his own quick over view the gun looked okay. The casing looked alright, no wires or broken bits sticking out, the scope was working, it magnified what it was looking at. The power cord attached to the battery was intact and not frayed. The battery? Xander unzipped its travel pack and pulled out a... not a battery. Or at least not just a battery.

It looked like a laptop. Kinda. It didnt have a flip top screen, or anything that looked commercially available. It was just a single piece of tech, big, thick, military tough. There was a small screen taking up one half of the thing on the left side, and on the right side was a kep pad and a little roller ball mouse type thingy.

What the hell was this? Targeting equipment? Did this thing call down orbital bombardments?

Xander grabbed the back pack and hoped to god there was a set of instructions in one of the pouches or pockets.

Pulling out a packet of stappled together computer paper Xander stared in wonder the more he read, "You gotta be fucking kidding me."