Crane grins and rams a small device from his belt into the ground, which explodes in a brilliant flash. [i]Magnesium grenades, always useful.[/i] He spins and grasps the Psion by the throat, ramming him against the wall. [i]Now then, my good man.[/i] The agent's grip tightens, and the Psion can barely gasp for air. [i]Who. Is. Your. Contact?[/i]