Francis
The grenade rolled in her direction, and due to her sorrow over the limp body that was the love of her life balled up on the floor, it didn't even register that the blast could kill them all. “Calm down, Frank. It's a dud,” the voice from the doorway said with no urgency. “Maddox used to tell me about the grenade, a contingency plan in case he was in a situation he couldn't escape from.” Frank eyed the grenade warily, but the fact that they were still alive proved the statement true. He kicked Maddox's gun away. “He better not be dead.” “He's not, I hit him in the shoulder.” Maddox groaned in response as he came to. “Francis? Why?” Was all he could muster as the pain in his shoulder burned through him. Summer perked up as soon as she saw Maddox stir, thanking God that he hadn't
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