No. That was silly. The bible was a beautiful piece of literature and some people believed it inspired. But the great good men who wrote the bible had little scientific knowledge of a sword. They would simply describe the weapon as a modern fiction writer would describe a blaster—without knowing any more about one than that it existed and was a weapon.
Surely the ISC's weapons expert could be trusted to know his swords.
"Go on home," Mills pleaded. "You're shot and you know it. You said yourself this isn't our show."
"You go home, Bob. I'm all right."
"George ... you're acting strange. Strange as hell."
"I'm all right. Leave me alone," snapped Harrison becoming irritable.
Mills watched silently as the haggard man slipped a tablet into his mouth.
"It's all right, Bob," smiled Harrison weakly. "I know how to use Benzedrine."
"You damn fool, you'll wreck yourself...."