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Boone made the window. He elbow-smashed the pane. Reached in, lock-snipped, pivoted in in a single fluid motion | Boone made the window. He elbow-smashed the pane. Reached in, lock-snipped, pivoted in in a single fluid motion. | ||
The squad deployed the four-hand | A.J. was jazzed. This was ''sweet''. | ||
Boone mule-kicked the door. He motioned his unit forward with a curt, pointed air-punch. | |||
The squad fanned left and right. They deployed the four-hand doc-clearing technique. Aggie went left. She swivelled in and barked, “clear”. Algy went right. He swivelled in and barked, “clear”. | |||
[[Sir Jerrold Baxter-Morley, Q.C.|Baxter-Morley]] went route one. He kicked over a drum and barked, “clear”. | [[Sir Jerrold Baxter-Morley, Q.C.|Baxter-Morley]] went route one. He kicked over a drum and barked, “clear”. | ||
From nowhere: A kerfuffle behind a plaster wall to the right. The unit spun, caught offguard: panic: fumbling with a safety catches, grappling with magazines. | |||
An ear-splitting BLAM: the plaster wall was gone. A heavy wad collapsed through it, lifeless on the floor. | |||
Algy Jesus! Sideletter! | |||
Boone took his finger off the NAV trigger and holstered his CSA, still smoking from the muzzle. “Eyes peeled, ladies. ''Now'' we are clear.” | |||
Boone fixed A.J. with a hard stare. “All right, kid, in you go. Let’s throw a [[redline]] around the immediate area.” | Boone fixed A.J. with a hard stare. “All right, kid, in you go. Let’s throw a [[redline]] around the immediate area.” |