A grenade!
The three men stared at the thing at their feet. After a moment of stunned surprise, their faces blanched.
They had no idea why a grenade had suddenly appeared at their feet, but they knew what they needed to do.
Kanbeck vaulted behind the sofa.
Sree followed suit, twisting his corpulent body toward the back of the sofa, but an immense force suddenly seized him and dragged him down onto the grenade.
Kanbeck, who had just made it behind the sofa, was also plucked into the air and pressed down on top of Sree. Stacked one atop the other, the two men pinned the grenade beneath them.
But it did not end there.
The surrounding sofas and solid wood furniture flew up and crashed down onto Sree like rocks tumbling down a mountain.
"No!"
Feeling the crushing weight above him and the hard object beneath him, Sree poured sweat. Terror overwhelmed his senses, and the sagging flesh beneath his eyes trembled incessantly.
Kanbeck was no exception.
The scars covering his face twisted, and the muscles throughout his body bulged as he struggled, but none of it did any good.
Naturally, the outcome remained unchanged.
Bang!
What should have been a deafening explosion became a muffled thud.
Shrapnel burst from the grenade, tearing through Sree and Kanbeck before scattering outward, shaking the small mountain of sofas and solid wood furniture piled atop Sree.
After passing through several layers, the shrapnel had lost all its power. Piske, sitting nearby, was unharmed, but he was furious.
"Who?"
"Who is it?"
Piske roared.
Nobody liked strangers invading their home.
Having their plans ruined was even more infuriating.
Now both had happened to Piske.
Piske naturally had ample reason to be angry, and the strength to back up that anger!
At least, that