Boros regretted going for the third rifle in an odd way. On one hand he was now armed, but on the other he was away from Clarissa. And there was no way they could get the jump on these guys. They were expecting to find the trio here. They knew the first team had been killed. And they came in guns blazing. Luckily enough, the small object, some sort of flashbang, had caused Clarissa and Greco to find cover of their own.
They were still woefully outmanned, outgunned, and completely outclassed however.
Realizing that this was not the time for subtlety, Boros leaned out from behind the partition, throwing a piece of concrete about the size of his fist. He could hear the men behind the door shouting “Grenade!” and scrambling for some sort of cover, though he knew the ruse would only last a fi
