[@Ordure]

Carson flinched as a neophyte revolutionary slumped dead on the window frame, killed by Cade's rifle bullet. The major stumbled backwards, shooting another revolutionary with his sidearm before vaulting-falling, really- over the upturned table. The Mister Handy charged forward, slicing through the un armoured attackers with its' buzzsaw. Scooping up his AK-74 Carson opened up, spraying the revolutionaries trying to force their way into the building. He ducked back behind the table as bullets thudded into the thick wood. 

Rooting through his greatcoat pockets the ESB operative withdrew a grenade marked with a yellow band. Essentially a ball full of inflammable liquid, the napalm grenade would ruin someones day if even a small amount landed on them. 


"Allez vous faire enculer!" (Go fuck yourselves!) He yelled, tossing the grenade into the charging foe. Seconds later it exploded, spewing liquid fire. Three of the attackers were engulfed and reduced to charred lumps of ash in a matter of moments. Another lost his face to the fire, screaming horribly as he staggered around blindly. 

Carson took pity on him, putting a large-calibre bullet through his skull. Cade fired as well, putting down anyone who was foolish enough to show their face in the open. Yet more enemies came streaming from the streets around the building. 

"These guys really want your scalp!" Carson shouted to Cade. "Au moins they seem to be all novices. Not a pro among them!" 

He should have known better than to say that. From the rear of the building there came an almighty explosion. 

"I take it back!" Carson said. "Sounds like they've breached the rear of this place! I hope to whatever Gods are up there your men aren't too far away!"