The lights go out and from inside the warehouse, John hears a shout. He smiles and lobs the grenade.
The sound of the shattering window is a strangely satisfying one to John, but not nearly as satisfying as the sounds of bewildered pain that come from inside as the stun grenade goes all, the flash blinding and the sound enough to send all five of the men inside down to the ground in pain. They won't be able to see or hear much of anything for at least several minutes, which is more than enough for them to do what they need.
They go in and John takes out two men quickly, hitting their knees with ease and then kicking their weapons away from their outstretched hands. The third tries to come at him, but clearly can't see and John punches him once in the throat, hard enough to rob him of breath, and he gasps as he goes down, too.
"Brady and Conti," he says to Karen. "Do you see them?"
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The sound of the shattering window is a strangely satisfying one to John, but not nearly as satisfying as the sounds of bewildered pain that come from inside as the stun grenade goes all, the flash blinding and the sound enough to send all five of the men inside down to the ground in pain. They won't be able to see or hear much of anything for at least several minutes, which is more than enough for them to do what they need.
They go in and John takes out two men quickly, hitting their knees with ease and then kicking their weapons away from their outstretched hands. The third tries to come at him, but clearly can't see and John punches him once in the throat, hard enough to rob him of breath, and he gasps as he goes down, too.
"Brady and Conti," he says to Karen. "Do you see them?"