Korg cursed as a shot splintered the cover he’d dived behind. Shots were coming from all directions now, meaning he and his allies were horribly exposed, even those carrying the shields. The fire was coming from both directions in the tunnel, which was bad enough, but also from the buildings around them.
Korg had no idea who these people were, but there were clearly hostile. They had his forces outnumbered, not to mention pinned down. This was not a fight his side could possibly win, and if he waited too long they were all going to be killed. Including him.
He grabbed three of his allies, took a handgun from one, then grouped them around him. He pointed to a closed café across the street.
“We go in there. Once we’re in, we head through to the back. There’s an alley there we can
