All content Copyright, 2003, Mike Huovila.
November 29, 2003 excerpt
Polowski stood up, hunched over at his waist trying to stay low. He quickly moved towards the door. He pulled one of the doors open. As he did, a hail of gunfire burst through the cloud of teargas. Almost instantly, Polowski fell to the ground. He was hit in several locations. Blood started to seep out from his mouth. Salazar knew that this meant he had a mortal lung shot and it was only a matter of seconds before he would drown in his own blood. Polowski was unconscious already, but his core living instincts took over and he started to cough. Bloody sputum splashed on the floor in front of where Polowski�s head lay.This was not the first time that he saw such a visage, but he was still not used to it. The sight of his teammate suffering such a wound sent shivers up his spine. The hairs on his arms instantly stood on end. Everything became light as adrenaline flowed through his veins.
�Jesus! They�ve got Polowski!� Menora screamed. She made a move to go help Polowski, but Salazar grabbed her before she could provide too big of a target for the team on the opposite end of the opaque cloud.
�We can�t help him. Don�t let him die in vain. We need to protect Psycho and give him enough time to find and send that data.� Salazar said to her in a calm voice. He had an authority in his way of speech that forced Menora to calm down and listen to what he was saying.
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