Not a clue, I got it from another thread on /tg/
I smile, an entire team, we've done that before as a group but I've never done it by myself.
Then I hear the van screech in the street, look out the window and downwards, large, black, hulking and armoured. Looks expensive. Another team at least, maybe a hit squad, maybe even other mercenaries.
I quickly grab what's left of my depleted armoury and tie up more traps, if they kill me, they're going to find my corpse on a massive pile of their fallen dead because I am not, NOT giving up that girl to die.
Motion tracker detects them on the 1st floor as I set up traps, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, spring traps near door up, 5th, kitchen done, 6th, 7th, resetting the locks on the blast door. Rush over to the computer. Look at the monitor and hear on the microphone.
"Come on, you saw the explosion, if he's alive he's caputred, we can't let them know we're coming, charge in guns a'blazin."
I stand there for a second, not comprhendng what my brain is receving, that's Earl at the door, the bare Knuckle boxer, what's he doing with a hit te...
Then it hits me, it's my team.