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Hale got exactly the answer he was hoping for and grinned widely as he spun to the side to avoid gunfire.
Immediately he set to a sprint for the bunker while moving side to side so he could minimize hits.
Bullet wounds weren't a real threat, but enough of them will slow you down no matter how fast you regenerate.

Hale was a big believer in "No such thing as overkill" and his grenade launcher was the most recent attempt at disproving this theory.

Halfway to the outpost he aimed and shot several grenades onto the sides of the bunker, and a few down the firing holes into the outpost.
In seconds they will deliver their deadly payload twofold.

The grenades outside the building peppered the walls, leaving cracks and craters everywhere. The sounds from the contained blasts inside were muffled.
Dust clouds came out. Not waiting to see if anyone was still alive, Hale shot a few more rounds in the direction of the building and lobbed a few into the top of the tower.

With a loud clunck the smoking gun released an empty magazine and Hale quickly reloaded as he cautiously walked over to the smouldering building.
He wondered if anyone would have survived that barrage.