Luke continued scanning the area slowly and methodically, all while listening to his ‘six,’ or behind him, for both the sound of the firefight still going on down the road as well as anyone trying to creep up closer to the building or even enter it.
He’d have liked to have had someone guarding his back, but the two dead men out in the parking lot had ruined that chance after ignoring his advice to stay put and wait things out a bit longer. There was no change, as yet, to that situation. Good guys and bad guys alike were apparently still going at it hot and heavy, the “KERR-RACK!” of rifle fire interspersed with the slower and more deliberate popping sounds of 9 millimeter handguns joining in on the devilish symphony now playing out in Lucketts.
Ellis didn’t know how long the good guys –
