chest and knocks him backward onto me. Target Three aims at me, but my Madrenaline gives me time to switch to plan B. I press my feet against a desk and spring out from under Target One. My body cannons into Target Threeâs knees and wipes him out. I roll into the hallway, aim my pistol back into the office, and hammer a half dozen shots into Target Threeâs stunned body. The bullets bowl him across the floor and into Target One.
âNice call-out, Darwin, thanks.â My thumb ejects Liâl Berthaâs nearly depleted ammo pack. I pocket the empty, slap in a full pack, and rejoin Brando at the rear stairway. He and I begin to move upstairs, but before we get there, we hear a loud
whump!
from outside. The stairs tremble under our feet and streams of plaster dust tumble from the ceiling.
âRaj, you all right out there?â My partner uses our team channel so I can hear it too.
The big man comms back, âAll clear, Darwin. The guards out front heard all the screaming and tried to bug out. I took them out, but now everybody in Yorkshire knows something is going on. Hurry up.â
âRoger that. The first and second floors are clear. Weâre moving up to floor three.â We resume our climb, and then Brando comms again: âActually, scratch that, Raj. Since youâve engaged anyway, weâll move straight to the fifth floor. Brace for our competition on the third and fourth floors to get flushed to your position out front. Weâll mine the back stairs.â
Raj replies, âRoger that, Darwin.â Raj and I are both Level 9, but he graduated from Camp first and therefore has more seniority than me. This is
my
mission, though, so Raj is expected to accept reasonable direction.
Brando comms just to me, âRaj is right. We need to get out of here soon. You go to the top floor, and Iâll set our mines on the back stairs here.â
âWhat about the one we used out front?â
Heâs already bounding down the stairs. âIâll go retrieve it and reset it.â
Crap.
It feels wrong to split up like this, plus I donât like my Info Operator getting so involved with the combat aspects of our mission. I curse under my breath, turn, and bound up the stairs.
Our presence has clearly been noted. My infrared vision shows me the fifth-floor hall is full of tensely postured men with pistols drawn, edging toward the front and back stairways. I hear them mumble into the little commphones plugged into their ears. The Germans invented commphones almost thirty years ago, so theyâve had time to develop a lot of different models. Most police forces use the earplug model, like these clowns are using. Military personnel, like ExOpsâs Squaddies, use a helmet-mounted system thatâs essentially a ruggedized version of what telephone operators wear. High-end field agents, like all us Levels and Info Operators, get the super-deluxe model wired right into our brains so we donât even have to speak to use them.
I stop a few steps from the top and press myself against a wall. I wait for the closest toughie to come around the corner, then I surge upstairs and karate-chop his gun out of his hand. I whack Liâl Bertha against his temple, then grab his throat with my right hand and spin him around so we both face the same direction. Liâl Bertha jabs into his back. Herr Toughie a lot taller than me, so I have to stand on tiptoe to see over his shoulder, but he provides solid cover.
I propel my strangling shield into the hall and yell, âHey! Assholes!â There are eleven schmoes in here, all of whom spin around and point their pistols at me.
Herr Toughie croaks, â
Nein! Nicht scheissen!
â
Donât shoot!
The other bruisers hesitate and take cover behind filing cabinets and in doorways. Gunfire chatters from downstairs, punctuated by several larger booms that shake the floor like Magic Fingers. More plaster dust falls from the ceiling,
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