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THE TIME FOR STEALTH WAS over, so Sam looked blankly at the yelling soldiers as he let the grenade roll out of his hand and down the aisle from behind his back.
“Grenade!” Sam yelled as he ran toward his colleagues who began to scatter back around the corner. The explosion launched Sam briefly through the air, before face planting hard on the concrete floor. Bolts of pain flashed through his body and motes of blackness swirled in his vision.
He could hear someone yelling to him from what sounded like far away and he felt a sense of pressure on his body. Slowly coming back to his senses, Sam realized the pressure was one of the soldier’s hands assessing his status. Feeling a pressure on his neck he sensed a pathway open and he transitioned; they were probably feeling for his pulse. L
