Pucking the Captain
Before he could recover his vision, I stepped into his guard and drove the heavy steel base of the extinguisher directly into his kneecap.
The sickening crunch of bone and cartilage gave way, and Roman let out a sharp, agonizing grunt, his leg buckling beneath him. He dropped the taser, his hands flying to his ruined knee, but he was still dangerous, still reaching for the suppressed pistol tucked into his waistband.
"Move, Allie! Go!" I screamed, dropping the extinguisher and grabbing my roommate’s arm with my good hand.
I yanked her toward the heavy metal door of the east stairwell, swiping the dead security guard’s master keycard from his belt as I ran. I slammed the card against the read