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A wall breaks, and a figure emerges into the light of the Nexus. He's slim, coughing, and has cement dust and some sort of green-gray ooze in his hair.
"So. . . okay-" he coughs, spitting a fleck of brick to the ground. "Which would you use on a spider-worm trying to bite your head off? Incendiary grenade, or hand grenade?
"Hold that thought." He ducks back into the hole. There's the sound of explosions, and then he emerges again, tossing a grenade and catching it. "And I've even got the right answer for you."
"So. . . okay-" he coughs, spitting a fleck of brick to the ground. "Which would you use on a spider-worm trying to bite your head off? Incendiary grenade, or hand grenade?
"Hold that thought." He ducks back into the hole. There's the sound of explosions, and then he emerges again, tossing a grenade and catching it. "And I've even got the right answer for you."