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Andrew is walking down the stairs when he hears a huge explosion. For a moment, he wonders if the bomb he’s wearing has exploded. Then he realizes the sound has come from the dining room. His heart shrinks in his chest and he turns and sprints up the stairs. The dining room is filled with thick black smoke that burns his nose. Broken bits of table and porcelain crunch under his feet. Through the thick haze, he can see bodies on the floor. Some of them seem to be in pieces and there’s blood everywhere. “Help them,” Andrew breathlessly orders his bodyguards. Andrew walks around the room trying to see the faces of the bodies on the floor. He’s looking for Andrea and every time he sees that the corpse is just a bodyguard, he exhales with relief and moves on to the next. Some of the bodie