TRIPWIRE is an accident waiting to happen. He’s clumsy, jittery, all thumbs and a nervous wreck around people, unless he’s working with high explosives. They he’s calm and collected, with the skill and precision of a surgeon. He spent two years in a Zen monastery, pondering the meaning of life, until he was expelled for breaking too many dishes and spilling every liquid in sight. Determined to make something of his shortcomings, he joined the Army and found his calling on the grenade range. Something about setting off explosives and watching bombs bursting in the air relaxes him.