Chapter 9 - THROUGH THE FIRE
"Damiano, no!" I screamed over the deafening roar of the rotors.
Mercenaries flooded the rooftop. Damiano laid down a wall of suppressive fire, dragging Enzo by his tactical vest toward the chopper. The pilot was yelling that we had to lift off, that we were sitting ducks.
"Don't you dare leave them!" I aimed my own gun out the side window, firing at the shadowy figures rushing the helipad.
Damiano hoisted Enzo into the cabin, turning to climb in himself. But a mercenary broke through the line, raising a shotgun dead at Damiano's back.
Time slowed. Damiano spun, firing his weapon, but it clicked empty.
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I didn't think. I pulled the trigger of my handgun. The recoil snapped my wrist back, and the mercenary dropped to the concrete, a red bloom expanding on his chest.
Damiano looked at me, his eyes wide with shock, before grabbing my outstretched hand and hauling himself into the chopper. "Punch it!" he yelled to the pilot. The helicopter banked sharply, diving off the side of the mountain just as an RPG sailed through the space we had occupied a second before, exploding against the storm clouds.
