Bringing his weapon to bear on the enemy alive on the far side of the room, McCabe took careful aim. He pulled at his trigger as he advanced and took shelter behind another bullet-riddled desk.
Leading the charge and weaving between the storm of bullets spewing around him, Big Mo discharged his HK-17 relentlessly. For a man of his size, he moved with ferocious speed. He skidded to a stop behind some destroyed equipment for cover and lobbed a grenade at the Nazi holdouts.
The German defenders lunged for the grenade. One of them lifted it to throw it back, but it detonated in his hands, sending scraps of charred flesh and splatters of blood across the walls. The surviving Nazis screamed as shrapnel splinters punctured their flesh.
All the while, MEF bullets continued to crack at them.
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