“Get outa de street!” Rojas was pointing his rifle up toward the roofs on the left side of the road. “There’s two of them bastards.”
Mallory charged for the wall to join Rojas when he heard the rattle of an automatic weapon at his back. He was chased all the way into cover by incoming rounds that blew up gouts of mud and water from the road surface. As he vaulted over the wall, landing painfully on his shoulder, Mallory heard a second AK open up in a long burst that blew by close overhead with a sound like someone cracking a bullwhip. He peeked over the wall trying to spot the shooter and was rewarded for his effort with another burst of fire. A shard of concrete caught him under the right eye, and he felt blood begin to trickle down his cheek.
He screamed for Justice and was surprised t
