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. It arced upward in a slow spiral. He and Jamil ducked. The explosion rocked the stairwell, filled it with acrid smoke. Xris thought he heard a scream. For the moment, the laser fire from that direction ceased.
"What happened to Harry?" Xris asked.
"He threw a stun grenade up and one of those bastards caught it, threw it right back down! In all my days in the Army," Jamil added, waiting for the beam rifle to cycle through before firing, "I've only known a few people with guts and discipline enough to try that trick, and most of them ended up minus a hand. These are the same welltrained bastards we faced on the Canis Major."
He fired his beam rifle. A burst of return laser fire took out a section of the step on which he was standing. He moved.
"Well trained, well armed. They have the high ground and they know we're coming." Xris peered upward, through the smoke. "Tycho's keeping them busy out frontъ Harry's down for the count. I've only got two more of those slow missiles.
Can't use the fast ones in tight comers; they're liable to blow us up before they do the enemyъ" Xris chomped down savagely on the twist. "Any suggestions?"
"Yeah," said Jamil. "Give me a high-explosive frag grenade. I'll clean those knights out of the stairway."
Xris shook his head. He knew what Jamil had in mind. "I'll do it."
"Like hell. Half of you weighs in at a quarter ton
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