...Grandpa Max trained him to do once the situation arises- Ben took the grenade and lobbed it as far as he could away from him, not caring about the 5-second timer he had. Even if he had 2-3 seconds left, it was better than nothing.
He immediately pinned himself on the ground, and the grenade went off somewhere ahead of the car. The shooting ceased for a moment or so, clearly they were terrified of the prospect of being fragged by their own grenade.
"Ben? Ben! Are you alright?!"
It took awhile for the boy to answer. He'd been in life-risking situations more times than he could count his old Sumo Slammers collection, but this was one of the closest.
He could've been hurt. Really badly. Or worse.
No, now was not the time to think about that. There was Gwen to think about. There were the half dozen men out there armed to the teeth and not too happy about their botched bank heist.
"Don't push yourself, Ben. I'll be right over," Grandpa Max's voice came into the comlink he and Gwen shared.
"No, Grandpa. I'll handle them," Ben said, without thinking.
"Don't kid yourself, Ben. The Omnitrix's out, and you're suppressed. I'm making my way over there," Grandpa said, in a tone that Ben's always dreaded. He was dead serious.
"Gwen! Can you take them out from here?" Ben heard Grandpa grow...