the first soldier, as big as an offensive tackle, shoulders the door again, and it gives.
keeping low, todd charges, his weapon pointed at the fallen
red rushes through a smoky corridor. wherever shells have punctured the roof, the wind whips debris about.
peering into the smoke, red reacts.
bursting into the corridor, sandra sees ellen racing toward her, weaving through broken beams, screaming as caine 607 lumbers after her out of the shadows. caine 607 doesn't bother to avoid obstacles, shoving beams aside like twigs, dragging his bad leg.