Your ears rung, head splitting in pain from the blast. Checking yourself over, you realized your injuries were mostly from hitting your head. Fuze had shielded you from the bomb, and his ballistic shield lay in pieces over his body.

You crawled over to where he lay, clutching his ribs. Blood poured from the shrapnel in his left arm, and his goggles were cracked.

The building was filled with smoke, and pieces of the ceiling fell around you.