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[i]-No privates, then. Donny immediately understood that these guards weren't military police or the like. He was being detained by either some form of law enforcement or security contractors, and he wasn't inside of a military installation. He'd also not have relied on the ambient noise to cloak the sound of the zipper, rather, pulling it down during his coughs, moans, and moments of speech. Once it was open, he'd raise his face off the floor and look closely at the device on his wrist, opening his mouth as if he were going to speak into it, relay information to a higher up. It was actually ready for him to select a shown coordinate. He knew which one he wanted. There was a faint *click* disguised by a wretching cough, and Donny suddenly prodded the tip of his nose against the coordinate. In a flurry of blue light he vanished. In his place, having been removed from his suit and placed on the floor, was a live frag grenade.
He doubted they'd survive that even if they had protective masks. He appeared in the room with the chest, just behind the wall by the exit. The other officers wouldn't have reached it yet, but they'd be in sight a ways down the hall. Six of them. They'd probably turn towards the sound of the detonation. Donny's shaving mirror would tell him if they did, and if they did, he'd angle his glock around the corner and pull the trigger six times, fast. He needed only their reflections to know where to shoot. He'd noticed that certain areas on his device weren't accessible. He needed to kill all the hostiles before they had time to call for more backup and buy at least a minute or to to more thoroughly search the body of the apparent leader or supervisor to see if they had anything he didn't have, and to figure out a path that'd take him to a place where he could traverse from ship to ship and access a civilian area.-[/i]