Manageable #1
Corporate Rapids were jamming the stairwells, unable to get a clear shot due to their sheer numbers. They were turtle like in top end battle rattle and carried state of the art caseless Tac rifles that were near useless in the tight quarters. I dialed the fuse for .5 meters and stretched my arm out and dropped the frag grenade. It had a brittle cellulose casing with binary explosive that read on their scanners as harmless organic. It seemed to drop for an age before detonating. The accompanying fireball singed my eyebrows even six flights up.
My high end dipper lay curled on the landing, a meter of cable from the spinal feed was still locked on her c2 jack from where I hacked her free when the whole shitshow went sideways. She keened softly with only the whites of her eyes showing, the front of her classic tailored Stella McCartney stained with fresh vomit as she cycled through grand mal seizures...
Manageable...I thought...