Terminator 3: Hunt

Glitch aimed for the hole and waited one full second. That was the maximum time Glitch calculated the enemy would take to enter through the hole. The enemy did not do this. That meant it had some other tactic in mind.
	Glitch leaped, twisting in the air as he did so, to land on the desktop, facing into the hole, both RPGs at the ready.
	His enemy did not stand there. Yet Glitch had heard no footsteps to suggest that the enemy had retreated from that position. This suggested a high probability that the enemy was now—
	The desk rose as if hurled upward by an ancient siege engine, slamming Glitch into and halfway through the concrete ceiling. The impact caused him to drop the RPG in his left hand. He kept his grip with the right, but his head now protruded into a second-floor hallway and his arms were pinned to his sides by the concrete that hemmed him in.
	His odds for survival had just dropped precipitously.