Deadly Game
To my right, the guard I had swept was scrambling frantically to his feet, his face smeared with mud as he reached wildly for the sidearm at his hip.
I lunged forward, bridging the gap between us before his fingers could even touch the grip. I drove the heavy, reinforced heel of my tactical boot directly into his jaw. The impact was loud, a sickening crack of bone echoing through the narrow lane as his head snapped back, his body turning completely limp before he crashed back into the mud, unconscious.
Silence descended over Sector 4 once more, broken only by the heavy, rhythmic drumming of the rain against the yellow steel.