Now, after taking down one bulky man, he was locked in a brutal, close-quarters, life-or-death fight with another, a bald man with a tattoo crawling up his neck.
Dave's team wasn't faring any better. Their snipers had taken severe injuries, though, like the one from Luke's side who had narrowly evaded a silent assassination, they managed to survive by staying alert. They had noticed subtle movements nearby and tried to move, but it was too late; they were still drawn into combat. To fend off two or three attackers, they had to fight with everything they had.
Meanwhile, bullets rained down relentlessly on Luke and Dave's positions, leaving Luke struggling to even find a single opening.
Boom!
The grenade Luke had thrown moments ago detonated, catching the five men approaching from behind the truck completely off guard. They were blown to pieces before they even realized what hit them.
