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    What’s that noise?
    I frown and look behind me.
    Ol’ Juggernaut is getting to his feet!
    I momentarily hang my head in disbelief.
    “You’re fucking kidding me…”
    I take a deep breath to steel myself.
    That’s it!
    I charge at him, drop my head at the last possible second, and bury my shoulder into his gut. I don’t let up, keeping my momentum going and not affording him a chance to realize what’s happening. I force him back, using every ounce of strength I have to build up as much speed as I can. I feel him tense as he gathers what senses he has left, but he’s too late. I let out a guttural grunt of effort as we collide with the leg of one of the guard towers along the side of the compound. He comes to an abrupt stop, but my shoulder keeps going. I bring both legs up behind me and spear his body through the weak wooden beam supporting the corner of the tower. There’s a loud crack as it splinters, and I feel the wind being knocked out of him. I push off him as he falls, roll away to the side, and spring to my feet again. Time slows down, and I glance up as the entire structure starts to collapse—the weight of it proving too much for the remaining beams to support on their own.
    “Oh, shit!”
    I dive sideways, scrambling away to avoid the falling debris. I hear a scream, and look back to see the man positioned at the top of the tower land with a heavy, life-ending thud—his head splitting like a melon as it hits the ground. His gun flies from his hands, landing a few feet in front of me.
    Ah, thank you very much!
    I wait a second longer, just to appreciate the sight of all that wood falling and crushing the giant prick, and then lunge for the gun. No time to check the mag. I doubt it’s going to be empty—no one here will see that much action. I check the safety and hold it one-handed as I sprint across the yard toward the housing units, yelling as I turn slightly to fire behind me. It’s a fully automatic weapon, so I simply squeeze the trigger and point it in roughly the right direction. I’m not bothered about being accurate—as long as I avoid hitting any of the women—I just want to deter them from firing at me for a few seconds while I get some cover.
    Everyone’s too busy standing slack-jawed and braindead to fight back anyway. A couple of well-placed sprays as I’m running and I manage to take out over half the group. In my peripheral vision, I see Mr. Way ducking back inside his tent.
    Nowhere to run, asshole.
    I reach the housing units and slam my shoulder into the side of one to stop myself. Fighting to control my breathing, I drop to one knee and place two hands on the gun. I take aim and start picking off the stragglers before they get chance to organize themselves. The slightest of touches on the trigger lets off two or three rounds at a time, so I take my shots sparingly, prioritizing the men still up in the watchtowers.
    I take out three of them opposite me before the gun clicks empty. I stand and make my way across the front of the units. As I reach the third one along, the door in front of me opens. A man appears, fumbling with his own gun. He looks up, shocked to see me standing there.
    I smile. “Hey there.”
    Before he can reply, I slam the butt of my empty Vector into his face, shattering his nose. He drops like a stone, his face masked in fresh blood. I leave my gun next to him as I lean down to steal his. Again, I’m assuming it’s a full mag, so I click the safety off and turn to start firing once more.
    “Jesus…”
    There’s a sea of men walking toward me with their weapons raised. Not firing… just shouting. There must be forty, maybe fifty, of them.
    Save the bullets, Adrian. Pick your fights.
    I yank open the door of the next unit along and step inside, slamming it shut behind me. I turn and rest against it, catching my breath.
    What the…?
    There are three men facing me, and they all look… well, terrified, really. They’re all in a state of