The gun runners
Their numbers kept dwindling, but because the leaders had been murdered before they could order an evacuation, the announcement was never made and thus they kept rushing to their inevitable demise. While one or two escaped, most of them stayed and took strategic positions. Escape was out of the question, it was as if they were bound by a code of sorts.
They would fight to the bitter end, and that blind devotion to their arms was what doomed them all . One by one they fell, until eventually there were none and all that remained was the building itself.
But suddenly, there was a rumble like a terrifying earthquake from the depths of hell itself. The skies roared and the peak of the prison shook as the shadow of death emerged and covered the ground.
It was an Apache helicopter.
And in a moment's notice, salvos of metal tore the earth, leaving a trail of destruction towards the two.
Vanguard
Metal rained down, but as soon as he noticed the beast of metal Vanguard sprung into action. Racing to avoid the trail of devastation, he missed the bullets by a millimeter and ripped a pole of metal before leaping under the cover of an open man hole.
Reaching the barricaded sewer, he noticed to his dismay it was already populated by dozens of armed soldiers, surrounded from every angle. He had been caught in a trap, it seemed.
Good grief. This could be a problem.
Well, actually it was the other way around.
Oh and more armed men came busting Michael's party, tactically throwing flashbangs and grenades before moving in for the kill.
