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. A lascannon could bring down a 'copter. It veered away, but didn't go far.
Harry tried the hotel door. Locked.
Jamil attached a magnetic explosive charge. Everyone turned away, shielding themselves from the blast. The heavy steel door blew inward, hung crazily on its hinges.
Jamil motioned. Xris abandoned the turret. Thrusting a twist in his mouth, he ran a last-minute check on his weapons hand and his system status LEDs. The lights glimmered comfortingly green.
Xris dove out the hatch, broke into a run, and raced across the short distance that separated the PVC from the side of the building.
A kick from his steel leg knocked the door off its hinges. Xris burst inside, hit the floor, and rolled. His enhanced vision scanned the dark interior of the hallway for heat sources. None. He jumped to his feet.
He stood in a bleak and sterile corridor. A fire door at the end was marked FIRST mOOR. Concrete stairs, with an iron railing, led upward. Xris adjusted his augmented hearing, listened closely. No sounds from above.
He waved. Harry and Jamil ran past him to the base of the stairs.
"Second-foot landing," Harry reported. "More stairs from there, going up at a thirty-degree angle."
Typical fire escape. Xris gave Harry the signal to continue. The big man started climbing. A blast from a beam rifie blew out a section of wall to his left, caused him to beat a hasty retreat
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