Logan gave me a cold, empty smile. As we rode to the fourth floor, he and Rafael each unhooked a grenade and waited for the doors to part.
While Logan threw a grenade to the left, Rafael threw another to the right, their motions coordinated. Soon, Logan was taking down the nearest guards, Rafael the farthest. The grenades were nothing but a loud boom with smoke, disorienting the guards long enough for Rafael and Logan to take care of them.
All the guards—I counted seven—were down in less than one minute. I tried not to ponder the fact Logan moved as if he was strolling down a park on a sunny day, so casually was the way he disposed with human lives. I caught a hit on the Kevlar"s vest, but besides feeling like I had been poked, nothing happened. Regardless, just seeing a tranquilizer dar
