Andjela rolled out of the way of the incendiary grenade. The blast caused enough damage to break through the walls bordering the hallway and the kitchen in which Andjela had rolled into. Furthermore, flames were now creeping, burning down the staircase above the lower stairway where the three targets were. Never-mind that Cody was being careful as to not bring down the building; it was already happening. 

Andjela decided best to re-position herself outside of the house that was not slowly being consumed by fire from within. The residents who heard the initial blast were paralyzed with shock, debating whether to jump out of their windows albeit their rickety old age and weak bodies, or to accept their fate and be cremated. 

Andjela is seated outside, waiting, admiring the fire from a distance, white clothes against the white snow. Perhaps she did not even need to break a sweat to take them out.