“Ah screw this and screw you I am going in.” the younger man said, spitting his words as he went. Steel smiled to himself as he backed into the storage room and switched off the light.
The young man edged into the corridor, his weapon grasped tightly in both hands. The machine gun fire had ceased but the silence was broken by the police sirens in the distance. The dining room at the end of the corridor was cast in shadows. He edged forwards; the tangy metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils. Before him, bodies shredded by the gunfire lay motionless on the tiled floor, covered in glass and brick fragments. Dust particles hung in the streams of sunlight that illuminated the dead.
“I would hate to clean this up,” the boy swung round, startled by the voice behind him. All he saw was a ma
