Or trying to, at least. His juiced reflexes kick in again, and he’s back through the door so fast that, by comparison, my attempt to walk the burst looks like a causal stroll. Beside and behind me, Argent sends a Panther round through the open door. The flash of the explosion is dazzling even with the HUD’s flare compensation, and the overpressure wave in the enclosed space pummels my ears. Above the sound of the detonation I hear a shriek of agony. Argent got somebody. The Uzi gunner? No way to know, just like there’s no way to be sure he’s out of the fight. No way except to go and look. I move forward again.