'Or more' is pretty accurate as Chloe skids down the lane, Yemeni militia in tow. Charlie takes aim and a moment later there's that low crack of the Walther - a jerk from the leading man as Charlie wings him. It's warning enough to send the rest scattering out of the middle of the street, diving for cover.

Charlie's midway through a celebratory "Ha!" and then the howl of the incoming RPG registers. It's all of a half beat before it hits and takes out a chunk of wall and roof, spitting dust and debris. The roof yawns and his boots start to slide; the instinct to go leaping for some kind of handhold comes a half instant too late as the plaster and tile under his feet collapses in on itself and Charlie falls through along with the brick and debris.