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"
Size
isn
’
t
—
"
We
both
heard
it
at
the
same
time
.
A
metallic
double
clack
from
the
corridor
outside
.
Our
eyes
met
across
the
room
and
for
a
quarter
second
I
saw
my
own
shock
mirrored
there
.
Then
I
was
tossing
the
loaded
shard
gun
to
her
.
She
put
up
one
hand
and
took
it
out
of
the
air
just
as
the
whole
of
the
bedroom
wall
caved
in
in
thunder
.
The
blast
knocked
me
back
into
a
corner
and
onto
the
floor
.
They
must
have
located
us
in
the
apartment
with
body
-
heat
sensors
,
then
mined
the
whole
wall
with
limpets
.
Taking
no
chances
this
time
.
The
commando
that
came
through
the
ruined
wall
was
stocky
and
insect
-
eyed
in
full
gas
attack
rig
,
hefting
a
snub
-
barrelled
Kalashnikov
in
gloved
hands
.
Ears
ringing
,
still
on
the
floor
,
I
flung
the
H
grenade
up
at
him
.
It
was
unfused
,
useless
in
any
case
against
the
gas
mask
,
but
he
didn
’
t
have
time
to
identify
the
device
as
it
spun
at
him
.
He
batted
it
off
the
breech
of
his
Kalashnikov
and
stumbled
back
,
eyes
wide
behind
the
glass
panels
of
the
mask
.
"
Fire
in
the
hole
.
"
Sarah
was
down
on
the
floor
beside
the
bed
,
arms
wrapped
around
her
head
and
sheltered
from
the
blast
.
She
heard
the
shout
and
in
the
seconds
the
bluff
had
bought
us
she
popped
up
again
,
shard
gun
outflung
.
Beyond
the
wall
I
could
see
figures
huddled
against
the
expected
grenade
blast
.
I
heard
the
mosquito
whine
of
monomolecular
splinters
across
the
room
as
she
put
three
shots
into
the
lead
commando
.
They
shredded
invisibly
through
the
attack
suit
and
into
the
flesh
beneath
.
He
made
a
noise
like
someone
straining
to
lift
something
heavy
as
the
spider
venom
sank
its
claws
into
his
nervous
system
.
I
grinned
and
started
to
get
up
.
Sarah
was
turning
her
aim
on
the
figures
beyond
the
wall
when
the
second
commando
of
the
night
appeared
braced
in
the
kitchen
doorway
and
hosed
her
away
with
his
assault
rifle
.
Still
on
my
knees
,
I
watched
her
die
with
chemical
clarity
.
It
all
went
so
slowly
it
was
like
a
video
playback
on
frame
advance
.
The
commando
kept
his
aim
low
,
holding
the
Kalashnikov
down
against
the
hyper
-
rapid
-
fire
recoil
it
was
famous
for
.
The
bed
went
first
,
erupting
into
gouts
of
white
goosedown
and
ripped
cloth
,
then
Sarah
,
caught
in
the
storm
as
she
turned
.
I
saw
one
leg
turned
to
pulp
below
the
knee
,
and
then
the
body
hits
,
bloody
fistfuls
of
tissue
torn
out
of
her
pale
flanks
as
she
fell
through
the
curtain
of
fire
.
I
reeled
to
my
feet
as
the
assault
rifle
stammered
to
a
halt
.
Sarah
had
rolled
over
on
her
face
,
as
if
to
hide
the
damage
the
shells
had
done
to
her
,
but
I
saw
it
all
through
veils
of
red
anyway
.
I
came
out
of
the
corner
without
conscious
thought
,
and
the
commando
was
too
late
to
bring
the
Kalashnikov
around
.
I
slammed
into
him
at
waist
height
,
blocked
the
gun
and
knocked
him
back
into
the
kitchen
.
