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Xris turned just in time to hear Harry yell from the second-floor landing, "Number two!"
He was tossing another stun grenade, probably onto the third floor. Jamil, at the foot of the stairs, gave an alarmed shout. Xris started forward; the blast nearly knocked him off his feet.
Something had gone wrong. The grenade had exploded too close.
Laser fire blasted the staircase. Sparks cascaded over the railing. Harry came stumbling down, wobbling drunkenly, his face contorted in pain. Staggering, he missed the last step. Xris caught the big man as he fell, propped him up.
"Jamil! Cover us!"
Jamil was already dashing up the stairs, firing as he went.
"What happened?" Xris yelled at Harry. "Are you hurt?"
"What?"
Blood trickled out from both Harry's ears. The big man sucked in a pain-filled breath, leaned back against the wall.
"Stay here!" Xris yelled as loudly as he could. He took the twist out of his mouth, motioned with it to emphasize his words.
"No, thanks, Xris," Harry mumbled, looking dazedly at the twist. "I don't smoke." "I said stay--" Xris shook his head. "Never mind." Damn difficult to hear, when your eardrums have been shattered. He patted the big man on the chest, then raced up the stairs.
Crouched in a comer of the landing, Jamil was trading shots with an unseen enemy.
Xris aimed his weapons hand, fired a heat-seeking micromissile
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