Chapter 9: Locked In
One group of monsters by the breach, another by the doorway, and not enough ammo to deal with either – oh, if only the situation were conducive to a happy ending. Cole checked the AKS in his hand. Well, maybe they did have enough ammo to deal with one of the groups, but only if isolated. “Man… Fuck the demons.”
“Hell, we shoulda taken the King’s deal.” Miles shifted his grip on his shotgun.
“Amen to that,” Ethan said. “What’s the plan, Mercer?”
Their best bet was to push through one side – likely the breach side, since they’d already been in the mud with them, but how long would that take? The ones pushing in from the suite would undoubtedly shaft them before they could take down all three.
The window maybe? Nah, that was still solidly a fuck no. Another breach? They wouldn’t have the time. The service corridor? Shit, it might actually work now. Tight quarters were usually a death sentence, but Cole had already trashed the monsters’ rifles. All they’d need to do is send rounds down the corridor, then potentially blow past a doorway if they still needed to run.
“Service corridor. One long chokepoint.” The AKS felt too light in his hands – he’d kill for his M7 or even a good ol’ M4 right about now.
“Fuck it,” Ethan agreed.
Cole backed up to the service corridor, keeping his AKS trained on the hallway connected to the main suite. The damn things should be coming in right about now…
The gunfire hit like a thunderclap. The fuck? Those were Celdornian rifles, but much greater in volume – too much for the two who’d had rifles earlier.