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"That ain't the nightly news," Harry said, brushing chips of concrete out of his hair.
Xris sucked on the twist. He hadn't doubted it. Not really. Not after seeing Dr. Brisbane. But it was nice to be certain. He waved Harry on.
The big man took a stun grenade from his field webbing pouch, tapped the arming code, and tossed the grenade up the stairs to the first-floor landing. He ducked; everyone ducked, eyes squinched tightly shut, hands over their ears.
A cracking sound split the air in the corridor. Before it had died away, Harry raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Jamil advanced, stood guard at the bottom. Xris grabbed Tycho, drew him back to the doorway. "Move around to the front of the building. Take a few potshots at the third-floor balcony. I want the knights to have to worry about a frontal assault as well as one from the rear. You probably can't get a clear shot at the negative wave device because of the shielding around it, but you can take out anyone standing nearby. Hit them with a few iridium jacket rounds. That should make 'em back off, at least till we get there. Understand?" He looked at the alien worriedly. Sometimes Tycho's translator did odd things. Apparently this time the message got through. "Clearest thing since sliced bread!" Tycho responded. Xris took half a second to assimilate that one, but was reassured by the sight of the alien loping off to take up his position
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