Familiarizing himself quickly with the weapon Natalya handed him, Sam nodded his acknowledgment of the plan. Who knew if this was the way out or not -- the way out completely from this fucked up dream -- but it would feel good to get a little bit of payback. He sidled his way in front of Yorick, who didn't seem to mind, and propped one shoulder against the doorway, ready for the onslaught.
Knowing something was wrong, they came cautious, warning shots down the corridor, testing them. Neither Sam nor Natalya flinched, her sharpshooter skills relieving one of the gunmen of his hand when he waited too long. His screams sent a kind of panicked urgency through the group, a flurry of bullets following that was then thinned out by Sam and Natalya taking out one, two, three of the group and moving forward. Natalya put the screamer out of his misery while Sam shot down an insurgent running down the hall to his aid.
They kept to the walls, leapfrogging each other and keeping watch, Yorick tagging along warily at the end. Rounding a corner, Sam moved a little too quickly and cursed through his teeth as he whipped back around to the chatter of rapid fire and a stinging bullet graze to his right shoulder. It bled worse than it was and he hesitated two seconds before peering the corner again, returning the favor and then some.
"They're camped in front of the exit," he groaned, leaning back against the wall and looking at Yorick and Natalya. He had known this wouldn't be easy, but he didn't want to die again before getting out.
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Knowing something was wrong, they came cautious, warning shots down the corridor, testing them. Neither Sam nor Natalya flinched, her sharpshooter skills relieving one of the gunmen of his hand when he waited too long. His screams sent a kind of panicked urgency through the group, a flurry of bullets following that was then thinned out by Sam and Natalya taking out one, two, three of the group and moving forward. Natalya put the screamer out of his misery while Sam shot down an insurgent running down the hall to his aid.
They kept to the walls, leapfrogging each other and keeping watch, Yorick tagging along warily at the end. Rounding a corner, Sam moved a little too quickly and cursed through his teeth as he whipped back around to the chatter of rapid fire and a stinging bullet graze to his right shoulder. It bled worse than it was and he hesitated two seconds before peering the corner again, returning the favor and then some.
"They're camped in front of the exit," he groaned, leaning back against the wall and looking at Yorick and Natalya. He had known this wouldn't be easy, but he didn't want to die again before getting out.