He levered the door a bit so he could get a good grip when it was time to swing it open. That elicited a couple of M-4 rounds that slammed into the stucco beyond the door. Shake checked his conga line a last time. They were all crouched and shoving forward. Nothing to it but to do it, Shake decided and dug out the smoke grenade. He pulled the pin and let the safety lever pop. On a two count he rolled the cylinder out into the corridor like a bowling ball.
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Woody had just finished a sputtering explanation of what was happening inside the facility when the Sheriff interrupted and pointed at the building. Huge gouts of bright violet smoke were pouring through one of the shattered front doors. In the sodium-vapor light it looked vivid and surreal.
“That there’s my smoke grenade,” Woody b
