Take us Home as we go

[Reeves]

The tip of the spear advanced steadily. Resistance along this migraine of a maze was stiff. They were flesh covering an artery, puncturing it would shatter resolve. Belle's insistence over the radio gave this a sense of urgency.

"Picking up the pace, Captain."

Grant's answer was brief, surgical and almost curt. He had no choice in this regard, the strike team was forced to round a corner here. It was a deft procedure, required focus. Flashbangs around the corner, guns and men followed the echoing thunder. Particle bolts streamed forward, rendering faces unidentifiable and limbs severed. Blood was a premium in terms of aftermath, burns pocked the surfaces instead, bodies too. Walking over them was tedious, tripping could prove fatal and more importantly delay pace.

A pair of pipes birthed an assailant, his knife aimed for Grant, but turned on himself. A slam of the hand on the hilt ended that struggle, jugular opened, now blood was in abundance. Nodding to signal combat effectiveness, the team continued. Their advance was now without pause. The enemy was aware of this. Their attention divided as a result. To turn and stop Grant, or to push and take out Belle. They were doing both and hence neither. This would make them increasingly desperate, and that element couldn't be ignored.

Creeping steps were replaced by jogging, suppressive bursts by single shot kills, and fists with knives. The spear was now bleeding its victim dry, a matter of time and persistence.

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