The live rounds shatter the two basement windows located at the top of the block wall to my direct left. Two figures jump down into the basement through the broken windows. Two men, I should say. Both of them dressed entirely in black, both of them holding semi-automatics with laser sights connected to the barrels. One green laser sight is planted on Herman’s forehead, the other on his heart.
Two shots follow, and Herman’s heart and head explode.
He drops onto me, dead weight.
The taller of the two men leaps toward me, yanks both hoses out of my body. I can see now that he’s a black man. A man the size of a house.
T“Tourniquet to the thigh, soldier!” he barks at the shorter one.
The shorter one yanks the belt out of the loops on his black jeans, wraps it around my thigh, yanks it
