"Target acquired on the second floor!" the lead merc yelled into his radio. "Engaging!"
Rick didn't dive for cover. He didn't even flinch.
"You broke my fucking windows," Rick growled, absolutely furious about the real estate damage.
Rick raised the AA-12 from the hip and held the trigger down.
BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM!
The automatic shotgun roared with deafening, concussive force in the enclosed hallway. The weapon fired three heavy 12-gauge shells every single second.
The lead mercenary caught a full blast directly in the chest. At this close range, the heavy buckshot didn't care about his Kevlar plating. The sheer kinetic energy shredded the armour and completely caved his ribcage in. The man was lifted off his feet and blown violently backwards out the broken window.
Rick swept the heavy barrel to the right, keeping the trigger pinned.
