This appears to be the entirety of a one-shot from Vivio's Magical Family Theater...
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Quote:Fate bought two skewers of chicken yakitori and handed one to Nanoha. The women nibbled happily as they walked down the street.--
"There's one thing I don't really get about this TSAB thing, Fate-chan," Nanoha said between bites.
"Considering that you're a captain in their air force, you probably shouldn't have too many questions," Fate replied, grinning.
"Actually, it's more of a Navy question. I mean, seriously, what kind of rank is Enforcer, anyway?"
Fate blinked.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, just listen to it. It sounds like the kind of title you'd hear for the chief troops of an evil overlord in an RPG or something. You know, like they'd wear these giant suits of armor, with just a little tinge of rust to hint at blood, covered in spikes and engravings of skeletons...or maybe just these cool, menacing black outfits that..."
Her voice trailed off as she glanced at Fate, noting her black uniform.
"W-well, anyway, you know, and they'd have some really evil-looking weapon, something designed to intimidate and strike fear instead of being efficient for combat. Like a giant spiked club, maybe, or an axe with a cruel-looking, twisty head, or maybe even a giant Grim Reaper's scythe or..."
She broke off again, thinking of Bardiche.
"Yes?" Fate asked, burgundy eyes the color of old blood glinting merrily.
"Fate-chan, you...never stopped being a bad guy, did...you...?"
"Nope!" Fate said cheerily. "After all, it's called 'befriending,' not 'begooding,' right, sweetie?" She leaned over and gave Nanoha a quick peck on the cheek. "But really, it's so cute of you to not notice!
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