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As one bullet exploded from the enemy shooter’s rifle, a second mushroomed into her neck. It shot straight through the back of the hole that it formed. The hot metal dragged muscle tissue, blood, and shredded stringy bits of nerve endings along with it. Shiny red entrails splattered out and up, some falling back down on the dead woman. The bloodied corpse let go of the gun, lifelessly collapsing against it.
Matt heard two more sniper rounds in quick succession. He didn’t risk poking his head out to see the results. Instead, he fought against the assault that was shifting in favour of their enemies.
“I’m gonna go start using that sniper,” he announced to everyone around the stairwell.
His partners nodded their approval as he turned on his heel. Sprinting up the dusty, dilapidated staircase, he stopped when he reached the door that led to the roof.
Brian heard another sniper shot. It seemed like it came from the rooftop of the building that they were fighting to reach. He cautiously poked his head around the corner of the doorway. His movement was instantly pushed back. Chips of the doorway flew in all directions as a swarm of hurtling pieces of burning metal hit it. He jumped back behind the wall, hearing another high calibre round. The sound overwhelmed the racket of smaller slugs. Brian found the approximate source of the second shot. It had to have come from Ray.
The criminals several floors beneath Matt felt like sitting ducks. They knew that they should wait for Matt and Ray to weed out enough killers for them to redouble their offense. But they felt stagnant. Thirsting for the rewarding feeling of battle, they had to suffer through the cloud of pent up aggression that hung over the room. Adrenaline surged through their veins like violent lightning storms. The second that it was safe enough, every one of the trained killers would burst from their haven. They would lay waste to the overzealous motherfuckers who naïvely believed that they could stop their impenetrable power. When their enemies were eradicated like stubborn flies, they would regret provoking the assassins’ transcendent carnage.
Ray was almost too late when he found the fourth sniper. He saw her outline swivelling her rifle toward a target. Noticing where the weapon was pointing, he snapped into action. He lined up his shot, sending a bullet on a path to the woman’s neck at the same moment that she squeezed her trigger. A fraction of a second later, a massive hole opened up in her throat, her rifle firing. Ray’s fatal bullet knocked her weapon to her left as her slug was released. She crumpled on top of the gun, Ray hoping that he had been quick enough.