[Calmly, as if he's not hard-scrabbling a fucking crisis in the center of his brain. Deal with it the same way you deal with everything else: by allowing it to marinate subconsciously without actually acknowledging one thing or another.]
[Instead: lob the grenade, make for the door, count down from three-two-one until the detonation rocks several of the things off their feet, blows the more unfortunate ones apart from the impact. Open fire on the ones that still have legs to book it for the escapees.]
[Remember that you're supposed to be watching Church's back.]
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[Calmly, as if he's not hard-scrabbling a fucking crisis in the center of his brain. Deal with it the same way you deal with everything else: by allowing it to marinate subconsciously without actually acknowledging one thing or another.]
[Instead: lob the grenade, make for the door, count down from three-two-one until the detonation rocks several of the things off their feet, blows the more unfortunate ones apart from the impact. Open fire on the ones that still have legs to book it for the escapees.]
[Remember that you're supposed to be watching Church's back.]
[You owe him this.]