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The impact of the incinerator hit John with a shock, slightly softened by his combat vest. He barely managed to grab something as he went through the walls and out of the building, holding onto a single beam on the building. He coughed loudly, the wind having been blown right out of him, and tried to regain his bearings. No matter how still he tried to make himself, however, his vision went blurry through the mask, and his body went limp, his gun rattling on the ground as it dropped down, shortly followed by his nearly unconscious body.
[color=maroon]"Fucking... Enclave..."[/color] He muttered weakly, before he passed out.