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. You can't move that fast. Besides, I'm a trained professional." Jamil grinned. "Hand it over."
Xris took the grenade from his field webbing, gave it to Jam fl.
He tapped the arming button, but didn't throw it.
Xris automatically began counting, "Five, four ..."
Jamil dashed up the stairs, grenade in one hand, firing his beam rifle with the other. "... three, two . "
Laser blasts and iridium bullets spattered around him. Right when Xris counted "one!" Jamil tossed the grenade, hunkered down.
The stairwell exploded. A scorching wave of hot plasma hit Xris. He shielded his face with his arm. The sounds of gunfire from above abruptly ceased. Xris was up and running.
Jamil should have been, but he wasn't. Xris found the major sprawled on the shattered stairs, lying beneath the twisted wreckage of what had once been an iron railing.
Lasgun in hand, dividing his attention between the landing above and his fallen comrade, Xris lifted the red-hot iron with his metal hand, tossed it clattering down the stairwell. He rolled his friend over.
Shrapnel and splinters of iron had raked Jamil's left arm, tearing through body armor into flesh and muscle. He was burned, but not badly, mostly on the top of his head. But he was covered in blood. A quick check revealed that at least no main arteries had been severed, his pulse was strong. He groaned. His eyes flickered opened, rolled, then shut again
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