It's clear - bullets are a no-go. But even between Freeman and Team Five, there's still way too many synths.

Before a conscious thought even forms, Voodoo grabs the grenade out of his pocket, pulls the pin, lets the lever fly, and counts to two.

"Frag out!"

He chucks the grenade at the biggest cluster of synths in the room, and it explodes on impact. Those of them it doesn't kill, it either cripples or scatters like bowling pins.

"Fuckin' A, we're gettin' somewhere!"