Introduction
Feet
pounding, heart hammering, you sprint along the corridor, the metal of
the pistol cold against your hand. As you emerge in to the bright lights
of the deserted station, you breathe a sigh of relief. Not far to go now.
As
you run underneath the overpass towards the stairs the silent station
suddenly erupts with gunfire, the stone floor around you is sprayed with
bullets. You dive for cover, swinging round in time to see him leaping
from the top of the overpass. As he lands and flows smoothly into a forward
roll, you dive towards him, firing. Time seems to slow down all around
you, so much so that you can almost see the bullets gliding through the
air, drifting towards their target. He dives to the side, narrowly dodging
all your fire. You land as he does, both coming to a halt, lying flat
on the floor a few feet away from each other.
*Click*
Out
of ammo
You
quickly get up, ejecting the empty magazine from your gun, you slam the
new one home just as he leaps at you, catching your arm and kicking the
gun away. You duck and kick, sending him staggering back. As he recovers,
you stare in to his eyes and take your stance. He runs forward, launching
himself into the air....10 feet....20 feet up. You don't have time to
be amazed; you dive backwards, desperately reaching for your fallen gun.
He plummets towards you, fist raised to strike. Your hand finds the gun
and grips it, you bring it bear and pull the trigger as fast as you can.
For a brief moment you think you see what looks like surprise on his face,
before the hail of bullets catch him in the head and chest, spraying blood
over you as his body flies back under the impact.
There
is silence for a few moments, punctuated only by the sound of your heart
beating. Shaking, you slowly get up and make your way to the stairs, sparing
only a glance for the slack body of your fallen adversary, dropping the
spent magazine and reloading as you go.
Welcome
to a minute in the life of a Specialist.
