Tristan stared at the clouds of fire and smoke that came out of the ships and the vehicle garage. He didn't need heat vision to see those.
There were ten explosions. Two half-made ships didn't blow up, but the blasts and waves from the other ships made them tilt dangerously for a moment.
When the dust cleared up, the camp stayed lit by orange and yellow lights. Now, instead of the explosions, they came from fires left behind.
There was a lot of fire. Tristan's people have poured some stolen gasoline over the ships and the garage. They even made an entire trail of gasoline between the buildings, letting the fire spread like a bird jumping from house to house.
It was, in short, exactly like Tristan had planned. Two unset bombs didn't change the fact that the shipyard was in complete chaos now, and hundreds of thousand dollars' worth of equipment was destroyed.
