Gunplay!
Alex blinked at the pistol now in Jim’s hands. “Where did you get that from?”
“Special shoes,” grinned Jim, as the din of enthusiastic gunfire rose around them. “The alleyway behind us, and to the left. Probably our best extraction route. You agree?”
Alex didn’t waste time looking at it, but then: neither had Jim. “No. Not enough cover, if they’re here for us. Lots of concrete to the right.”
“Lots of guns, too. I count five assholes, total.”
“Same.” Alex paused. “Gunfights are stupid, but…”
“Yeah, we’re in one anyway. Screw it, they sound like they’re shooting at other people, and not real well. Leapfrog.”
The major didn’t even agree, just nodded and scrambled right. At her “Clear!” Jim did the same, pausing only briefly at their new cover before heading to the next.