Yousef sauntered over to Valentine and looked over the safe, he had seen enough traps to know when one was or not and did not see any obvious signs.  "I got this cowboy, I don't need you hurting your pretty little nails doing the heavy lifting." he joked as he gripped the bolted safe and ripped it free, some of the building coming free as well. "Oops." he simply stated as he noticed.<br/><br/>"Ok, Major, we are moving back to the Van."  He motioned the go ahead as Valentine was already moving.  It was at that moment, he noticed the hidden panel... "What the... " a quick glance and he saw a remote transceiver attached... "Oh, no... Run! Get Clear NOW!" he yelled both into the open net and aloud as he barreled forward, throwing Valentine and the safe outside the building through a window, one which was simply too small for his massive frame.<br/><br/>Tell tale flashes from the transceiver told him that it was only seconds before it went up, and he knew he would not be fast enough to clear out, even as his lumbering steps were taking him towards the living room... "Not again..." he voiced, still on the open net, itwas all he could utter out as he noticed an age old image from the water, a boat and a trail of smoke and vapor that he instantly recognized as an RPG. He had hoped that the transceiver had been attached to a bomb, but it seemed only to warn of the safe.  Whatever was inside must be important.  The RPG shattered the glass and whistled by his head, deafening him for just a second before the rocket hit a wall behind him.  His last thought before the wave of force rolled over him was of Mea.  Regret that he had not told her sooner.  Regret that he had let the feelings for her lay back and not getting the courage to tell her before he died.  The concussion wave threw him backward and off his feet as his arms instinctively went up around his head as he flew up and away, luckily out of the window the RPG had entered from.  Flame gouted out with him, hiding him from view as he flew, he wondered in that instant if he looked like a super hero, the dashing Fabio or Tom Cruise surfing the flames... but he doubted that as he felt his shoulder crash into concrete and his arm whip around him painfully.  The world went black for a moment... then pain wrenched him from his wonderous sleep and he knew he was still alive... broken and battered but alive.  A groan escaped his lips as he tried to move, but he could not...<br/><br/>My legs, he thought, as he tried to move them, still not responding, but he could still not hear either and so he just lay there, a pool of his own blood growing... probably from the glass he thought.  The smell of charred flesh assaulted him and he opened his eyes... I bet I have no eyebrows, he joked inwardly as pain tried to mull his thoughts.  I am Yousef The TANK Ahmoud... I will not die until I have told Mea, I will not die here on some random mission in some podunk condo block with a stupidly aimed RPG round... I am YOUSEF THE MUTHATANK AHMOUD!!! I AM NOBODIES BIATCH AND I WILL LIVE!"  he had started out thinking it, but did not realize he had ended it with actually yelling it incoherently as he wrenched his good arm around and under him, slowly dragging himself from the debris that had fallen on him.  He was too weak however and could not move himself, he looked over through pain dulled eyes and saw his comm bead was busted nearby.  No one would know he survived, probably not even know he was under the debris outside the living room.  Looking atop him, it was the flatscreen TV he had admired that was atop him, along with part of the upper wall.  Irony, he thought as he started to laugh.  He still could not feel his legs and he was still bleeding badly, but he was alive and God had smiled on him once again.  Now, he just had to wait till his team found him... He stopped trying to get free and lay down upon the cement...  Perhaps, a small nap would be ok...