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- I was reasonably fucked. Wide out in the open, with nowhere to hide. I probably should have kept the machine gun. The enormous warehouse loomed a hundred metres in the distance across an open expanse of gravel, lit up like a Christmas tree. The glaring orange sodium lamps decimated my night vision, making it impossible to see anything in the darkness to either side of the building.
- Based on Black Beard and Sprinter, the security team appeared reasonably competent, albeit inexperienced in live-fire situations. I figured they’d be trained enough to approach in pairs, one tandem to each side of the warehouse, leapfrogging each other from cover. They’d stay hidden in the shadows just outside the reach of the warehouse lights, at ninety degrees to each other to avoid crossfire. At least that’s what I would do. Out here in the open I was a sitting duck, but if I broke for the warehouse I’d be a rabbit under a spotlight.
- -Sledge vs. The Labyrinth, pg. 156
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