It all happened so fast, yet all in slow motion.
Like in one of those movies they had just brought out in his previous life.
The power at Schmits went out and with enhanced hearing Ed Winchester heard the sound of a hand held metal ball bouncing on the floor through the lowering metal security door at the front of the building.
“Get Dow…..” was all he had time to say before the explosion reverberated around the inside of the building. Smoke began to fill the room as everyone dived for cover for the upcoming battle. Again, like one of the old wartime films, Ed activated his hearing dampening so he could focus in on the sounds coming from the doorway. It sounded like the movies depicted when a grenade had gone off near a soldier and his hearing was all muffled. Distant screams, doors slamming shut and the faint voice of Schmit cursing as he frantically bashed a button under his desk to no avail were all a faint low volume to him.
Another grenade bounced in through the door way, as clear as anything to Ed, a split second to try and locate the exact position and to squeeze the trigger. The semi-auto rattled a 3 burst shot towards the doorway, hoping that if this one was an explosive it would detonate away from him and the rest of his team. Did he hit anything? He didn’t know, but luck had it that more smoke simply filled the room.
Schmit shouted something about called shots, a faint cry to Ed’s dampened hearing but just enough to be acknowledged that his quick reactions were not welcomed without a call beforehand. ‘Had this Schmit ever been in the heat of a war zone or was it all just theory?’ Ed thought as he didn’t regret his actions for one second. When the bullets are flying past and the Taliban are storming in on a camp, no-one has a moment to call a shot. This was one of those moments, this was react or die!
Ed was in cover in the middle of the shop, not an ideal place, and he knew that Tom was over near one of the walls and the rest of the team along with Schmit were behind the counter. No time to think what they were doing, all he knew was he had an edge over them, blinded but putting new his hearing to good use, he had the doorway covered.
SLAM, a door at the back slammed shut as one of the team must have been going for either weapons or to see if there was an escape rout out the back way. At the front door Footsteps, they were coming in.
‘No moment to think, ED’ and another squeeze of the trigger as bullets sprayed under the doorway to hold them back. It sounded like something hit someone. The faint sound of a body hitting the ground and a curse from someone. Not a scream of pain, simply a hindrance – Ed’s gun was not powerful enough to hurt these guys, they were prepared and armoured.
Shots entered the room from the doorway. A spray of bullets from the now crouching attacker flew into the room in a wide arc and hit Vaughn. What was Vaughn doing? As the smoke was clearing a little in the shop now Ed could see Vaughn and Keys pushing in some mannequins to use as decoys. A good plan but unfortunate timing as Vaughn hit the deck in a crumpled heap.
BANG, it could be heard even over everything. Schmit had fired a high powered rifle towards the doorway. The sound was sweet to Ed’s ears, that familiar sound of a powerful weapon. He looked down at the semi-auto in his hand, ‘sad times Ed Winchester, sad times’.
Tom sprung into life. Like Schmits gun was an oversized starting pistol for a race. The marine leapt over the counter and shot under the doorway to protect Vaughn’s now helpless body.
THUD, the crumpling sound of a man hitting the deck from the other side of the shutter door told Ed that Tom had finished someone off. Tom and Schmit now had the front covered and Ed realised it was time to save Vaughn.
Vaughn was bad, very bad. Keys had dragged Vaughn’s body behind the counter and the both of them were lying down when Ed vaulted over the counter to join them. Vaughn looked up at him through a gas mask, startled and confused. His leg was pumping out blood and his eyes were closing.
“SPEED HEAL” Ed shouted as he reached for his applicator and injected his fallen friend with the nannobots. Vaughn’s eyes opened in seconds as the machines rebuilt the skin over the wound and began their work on reconstructing the muscle at an alarming rate.
“Where were the others? Diesel and Walker”. ‘They must be upstairs covering the back’ Ed thought. Keys acknowledged Ed aiding Vaughn and ran through the back door, presumably to join the other two on the top floor. Vaughns second wind had kicked in from the nannobots as he reached for what only Ed could think of was a small hand cannon. Crouching with his back still against the counter, he pointed the cannon at the door that Keys has just run through.
BOOM!!!! That was the back door. It was breached. Nothing sounds the same as several inches of steel coming off hinges and slamming on the ground.
BOOM!!! A Grenade, ‘was that Keys? Is he ok or did he throw it?‘ The only way to tell was to open the door and let Vaughn take a shot. The door swung open and Vaughn took his shot at the enemy and recalled from the hand cannons mighty roar.
It is hard to watch a fallen friend, already in a bad shape, pulling a trigger on a weapon that clearly he didn’t know how to use. There was a moment that Ed thought his hearing was malfunctioning. Everything went silent for a split second as he witnessed Vaughn’s arm jolt backwards and his shoulder smash into the counter behind him. He heard the intense scream of pain from Vaughn before he blacked out. And then the noise of the battle was back.
Tom and Schmit still had the front covered so the only thing left to do was support the back of the building. Ed leaned in through the back doorway and took in the scene. Lying in the doorway was a body which was currently on fire from some kind of explosive that had gone off… ‘Good one keys, good one’, a bullet hole the size of someone fist was visible from the hand cannon’s devastation with blood pouring out from the body, he was down and out for sure.
A man could be seen sitting in a jeep through the now blown hole in the back of the building where the steel door once stood. A moment to think and a squeeze of a trigger once again. “SHIT, hit the door” Ed cursed to himself as the driver turned and returned fire… And then it was all over.
Whatever Diesel and Walker were up to, they managed to take out the Jeep at the back. Ed swung back round the door, facing the inside of the shop once again. Tom was over a body of a man on the floor and another attacker dropping his gun to the ground surrendering.
To the ground…. The ground where Schmit lay motionless…