Near the end of his magazine and his frantic firing Samson was aiming for the attacker between the right side crouching target and the prone point man. He missed and winged the crouching man on the far right instead. The wounded man spun and fell to his right from the impact low on his right leg. He fell directly into the path of his middle companion who hadn't noticed his buddy was hit and falling into his line of fire. Both men had just enough time, as it was already too late to see what was coming, as they passed into each other's vision, face to face. His vision narrowed down his sights the shooter didn't have time to release the trigger. He pumped three rounds into his falling buddy's head which shattered like a crushed melon.
The sound of the impact and curse from the man behi
