Part 10

    Following the engineering line was simple enough after that, though he jumped at every sound. This paid off once while he traveled. He heard a vent crash from the ceiling, turned and fired a shot, admittedly wide, as one of the quicker monsters fell and landed on top of one of the standard toothy things. They both seemed dazed from their impact, and Kevin capitalized on that fact by putting two rounds into each of them, and then another into the large one, just to be sure. He really didn't need either of them coming to and sinking their gnarly teeth into him, especially since he no longer had a medkit.
    Something moved, and he leveled the pistol at it again. A kachunk sounded as a door attempted to close, caught on a corpse, re-opened, and tried again with another kachunk. Looking inside the room, he saw rows of weapons lockers. He stepped into the room making sure he cleared the corners before he looked through what remained of the armory.
    For the most part the racks were empty: a few scattered rounds and a load of empty cases littered the floor, empty cases of grenades piled in a corner, and a few bullet-proof vests - stripped of their inserts - hung on a rack. Kevin did find a few shells for a 12-guage shotgun.
    Picking one up, his vision blurred for a moment. The room flashed with a crimson light as he finished loading the shotgun and made sure a round was racked. He looked across the doorway at the soldier standing opposite him. A woman who was holding a breach battering ram. They locked eyes for a moment and she nodded, silently telling him that she was ready to go. Kevin nodded in return, then barked the order that his team was waiting for: "BREACH BREACH BREACH"
    The woman pulled the ram back...

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