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. A grenade rolled toward them.
Xris couldn'i move.
Harry had been firing at the hand, now shifted his aim to the grenade. His fourth volley hit it.
Both men cringed, waiting for the blast.
The grenade wobbled to a halt, sat there, blinking ominously.
Figuring he was about as operational as he was going to get, Xris stood up, tried walking. His cybernetic leg dragged, out of sync with his good leg.
"You stay here, Harry," Xris shouted, loaded two large micro-missiles into his weapons hand. "I'm going on ahead. Keep me covered!"
"I don't think so," Harry yelled. "You go ahead. I'll keep you covered."
"Fine. You do that."
Limping awkwardly down the hall, Xris halted in front of the door, fired the two missiles into the hotel room, then hugged the floor.
The explosion's back blast washed over Xris in a concussive wave. He'd forgotten to turn off his augmented hearing and for a moment was as deaf as Harry. When bits of debris quit raining down on top of him, Xris shook the rubble off him, stood up.
Smoke billowed out into the corridor. Fire alarms sounded, squawking loudly. The sprinkler systems activated.
Harry--backing down the hall, keeping his gun aimed at the fire door--looked up in astonishment as the water hit him in the face. Arriving at the door, he paused a moment, motioned inside with a jerk of his head. "You hear anything?"
Xris listened
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