Cursing my luck again, I pulled a small magnetic adhesive grenade from a pouch on my left thigh and thumbed the timer. I didn’t like the idea of having to leave with a bang, but I didn’t see much choice. Really, I was busy hoping the magnetic adhesive wouldn’t pull the little sphere toward one of the walls before it struck the main body of the turret. I ducked my head back outside the doorway and, as soon as I saw the treads of the ADD coming down the corridor after me, I tossed the grenade and threw myself back into the little room.
An instant later, the explosion’s blast nearly knocked me off my feet, even in the thin air and within the cover of the small utility closet. I staggered for a moment, then regained my balance. A quick look into the hallway confirmed the grenade had done its
