Adam turned just in time​ to avoid getting smacked in the head by an associate swinging his weapon like a club. Adam killed him with a single thrust of stiffened fingers to the throat. Then he grabbed the weapon, slapped a stamp on the barrel, then pitched the weapon into the hallway where he sensed all the associates waited to kill him.

     BAM! 

     Loud explosions. Then, 

​     Associates now came at him from every angle, from behind him and all around him. He never stopped moving. He twisted and turned and cartwheeled and never took his fingers off the sub-machine gun until it ran completely out of slugs. He then grabbed two more off the floor to fire them. Now as he weaved and jumped, he did so on the fallen bodies of the associates. His feet started slipping on spurted blood. The entrance to the hall was now roughly twice the size of what it'd been before the explosion. Adam pitched a couple more stamps into what was left of the crowd, then turned and fanned all those around him with sub-machine fire. Bullets zinged like angry bees, but none actually entered Adam's flesh, not yet.

     Then, 

​     BAM! BAM!

​     More explosions. All the associates he saw were now either broken or bleeding or running for their lives. A few turned to aim their weapons at Adam. They all got a load of sub-machine fire and an exploding stamp for their troubles. BAROOM! BAM! More associates came up behind him from the hanger. Every associate in the place came after him.

​     He noticed that one of his weapons had run out. He saw an open doorway at the other end of the hall. He'd duck in there, regain his bearings a little. The carnage was just too damned thick.  

​     BAM! BAM!

​     The bullets really started zinging then. Adam dove for the ground, then rolled like an acrobat through the door... 

​     and right into a room jammed packed with more armed associates. Damn! This was some sort of breakroom or something. Adam continued to roll back to his feet, then did a fan with the sub-machine gun that he figured still had any bullets left in it, but...

     Click!

     Damn! Now that gun was out of bullets. 

​     He let the weapons dropped to the floor. They were useless to him now.

     Okay, now things are going to get a little complicated, he thought. 

CONTINUE

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