[h1][center]PFC Colin Nelson[/center][/h1] 

He hurried to the foot of the stairs and provided cover fire until he heard the shout towards all scouts to throw their grenades. His helmet nearly tipped over his head, and he readjusted it. "Grenades? Got it!" he acknowledged hurriedly. The young and swift soldier swept his hand down to grab one of his grenades, and with unerring accuracy, took the pin out and spun the grenade, throwing it at an angle to have it ricochet off the forward wall at the top of the steps to spin into the adjacent room. An explosion wracked the hallway for a moment as his grenade punched outwards just as the others had. He had to admit his well thrown grenade, and Corporal Hunt's call to charge with him gave him heart in these hectic and dire moments. "Got it!" Hefting his rifle, he surged up the stairs, his rifle popping and cracking ever which way, felling the Imps he could clearly see. He was right next to Cecillia, watching her back as hopefully she watched his. 
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