Word: pellet
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...tubes terminate inside an airless 16-ft.-wide aluminum chamber, each entering it from a different direction. Inside, the focusing lenses are arrayed around a pellet of deuterium and tritium, two heavier varieties of hydrogen atoms. Scientists hope that when the beams simultaneously hit the pellet, which is smaller than a grain of sand, the temperature of the pellet's outer surface will be raised to 100 million degrees, causing it to vaporize explosively. Just as a rocket is pushed forward by its tail exhaust, the vaporizing surface would exert a force inward, compressing the pellet to a density...
...aged foreigner was jostled by a man with an umbrella. The encounter looked as harmless as the weather; in fact, it was to recall the more lurid adventures of 007. For the foreigner was Bulgarian Georgi Markov, the stranger was a hired assassin, and the umbrella tip held a pellet loaded with ricin, a deadly poison. The notorious "umbrella murder" occurred because of the information contained in this chilling memoir, written after the author's defection...
Howie, now clad in camouflage fatigues with matching loafers, crouches behind a cactus cradling a gun. A figure tiptoes out from behind a rock 30 ft. away. Howie fires; a pellet of red paint splatters across the man's chest...
...pellet was fired from a neighboring building and hit Nilguen Eksi, 18, as she was sitting by an open window in her parents' flat in West Berlin. "I felt a stab of pain in my right arm and screamed," she says. "They had to take me to the hospital to have the pellet removed." The police caught the culprit, a young German, who admitted responsibility. "He fired the gun at me because I was Turkish," said Nilguen. That incident occurred a year ago. More recently, Nilguen's mother Melahab, 39, was accosted in the street by a German...
...team members, then none. Then a figure appeared in a clearing 15 yds. away, wearing a red armband, firing at a target I could not see. I shot, heard the figure say "Eccch, you got me," in a conversational tone and saw a yellow stain from my pellet on his shirt. Feeling quick and clever, I ran on in a crouch. In a stand of small trees, too skinny for good cover, a red player and I caught sight of each other and began to shoot. The pistols made phutt, phutt noises. I could see the paint pellets spin past...