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“ROCKET! ROCKET! ROCKET!”

Small arms began crackling and popping outside. Lyons heard the distinctive thud of an RPG launching off its tube and the hiss of the rocket motor igniting. He rolled behind the couch, covered his eyes and jammed his thumbs into his ears. By some miracle the rocket-propelled grenade hit the doorjamb rather than the door itself. The house shook and windows shattered.

“Enough of this less-than-lethal garbage…” The Ironman snapped in a drum loaded with lead.

James bounced up but immediately dropped back down. “Incoming!”

Pol dived to put the kitchen between him and the blast. Lyons and James leaped for the hall. The grenade hit the front door, which dissolved in an orange flash. Superheated gas and shrapnel expanded to fill the living room and the heat wash rolled through the house. Lyons sat up, yawning against the ringing in his ears. Gadgets spoke from his concealed position. He’d set up a small suite of minicameras to watch the house perimeter.

“You got twelve guys hitting the front. Five more are breaking off and flanking for the back.”

“Copy that, Gadgets. Hold position, wait for the shot. Pol…don’t let ’em in.”