After assessing guard positions and cameras, Mike makes his move. There's a window that looks like it might be in a blind spot. One of the cameras was questionable, but the guards were all too far away from it to really pay attention. And if they spotted him, he would have more than enough warning, and a decent path to an escape.
Thinking he had it all covered, he made his move. He crept up to the window, keeping out of sight. So far so good. He pressed his back to the wall, keeping clear of the light from the window, trying to peer inside. He could just barely make out a few figures. The one standing with his back to Mike, he assumed to be Hadad, but he couldn't be sure. At least he was close enough to hear what was being said. Maybe that would be enough to finally get some solid dirt on this guy.
However, before he could hear much, he heard the telltale click of a safety being flipped, a few feet behind him. There was no version of this situation that could end by his trying to reason with him. This was a shoot-on-sight arrangement. He reached for his gun, already diving out of the way. Bullets pinged off the side of the building and slammed into the ground. But he hadn't been fast enough.
One caught him in the stomach, another in the thigh. His dive turned into a tumble, and he rolled across the ground. He was only dimly aware of his wounds as he landed on his back. He showed his empty hands as he stared up at the barrel of a gun in his face.
"Don't shoot, I'm with--" his words were already strained, and the guard kicked him hard in the side before he could say anymore. He may as well have been shot again for how it felt. He doubled over, his face twisting in pain, as he lost the ability to even think for a moment.
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Date: 2018-08-19 03:08 am (UTC)Thinking he had it all covered, he made his move. He crept up to the window, keeping out of sight. So far so good. He pressed his back to the wall, keeping clear of the light from the window, trying to peer inside. He could just barely make out a few figures. The one standing with his back to Mike, he assumed to be Hadad, but he couldn't be sure. At least he was close enough to hear what was being said. Maybe that would be enough to finally get some solid dirt on this guy.
However, before he could hear much, he heard the telltale click of a safety being flipped, a few feet behind him. There was no version of this situation that could end by his trying to reason with him. This was a shoot-on-sight arrangement. He reached for his gun, already diving out of the way. Bullets pinged off the side of the building and slammed into the ground. But he hadn't been fast enough.
One caught him in the stomach, another in the thigh. His dive turned into a tumble, and he rolled across the ground. He was only dimly aware of his wounds as he landed on his back. He showed his empty hands as he stared up at the barrel of a gun in his face.
"Don't shoot, I'm with--" his words were already strained, and the guard kicked him hard in the side before he could say anymore. He may as well have been shot again for how it felt. He doubled over, his face twisting in pain, as he lost the ability to even think for a moment.