[b][i]Gavin Prince[/i][/b]

The bullets hit Gavin's Combat Suit, which reduced the injuries taken, but not nullified them entirely. Nevertheless, Gavin was still functioning, and that counted. As the Grenade was apparently taken along for the ride when he had phased through the stack of crates instead of being left behind with the thugs, Gavin would use the last few seconds he had to conjure up a small wormhole that would suck in the grenade and spit it back at the group of enemies.

Moving in pursuit of the man carrying a duffel bag, the Navy Seal would pursue, Assault Rifle in hand, moving inexorably to the back of the room, hoping that he can shoot the man with the bag dead before his compatriots caught up to him. If Gavin can find the enemy in time, he would shoot him dead, take the duffel bag, then portal himself to the communications suite, where he would finally do some examination...

But if this skirmish continued, Gavin would have to make a tactical retreat instead of facing superior numbers - he loathed the idea, but he was still open to it.