Puller looked quickly around, found a long piece of wood, and used it to jam

closed the door they had come through. “That won’t hold them long,” pointed out

Knox. “But it will tell us when they enter the building,” rebutted Puller.

 

They raced across the space and reached the other door. But Puller grabbed Knox

by the arm to stop her before she went through.

 

He pointed both his M11s at the door they’d entered and emptied a half mag each

through the door.

 

She looked at him questioningly. “That just bought us another thirty seconds.

The counterfire will start up in about five clicks.” They hustled up the steps

and a few more moments later heard the bullets ripping into the door Puller had

fired through. “Good combat instincts,” said Knox as they high-kneed it up the

stairs. “You either gain them or you don’t make it,” said Puller. “Someone has

to hear the gunfire,” said Knox. “They’re using suppressed rounds,” said Puller.

“The technology has gotten a lot better. This area of the town is deserted at

night.

 

And by the time someone does hear, we’ll probably be dead.” “So what do we do?”

“We keep moving. Stationary targets are easy targets. That’s why they use them

on shooting ranges, so wannabes can feel good about themselves.” He kicked open

the door and they were confronted by a set of steps. They took them two at a

time and came to a hall that went off in both directions. “That’ll take us to

the front of the building and that way to the rear,” calculated Puller. “So