FLETCHER'S POV
At 2 pm we saw a boat coming towards the dock. I motioned for everybody to prepare. A couple of moments later we saw two dozen of Logan's men moving toward the dock region. We held on until they were inside our terminating range.
"Discharge!" I gave the order, and the shots went flying.
A portion of Logan's men figured out how to take cover behind one of the structures yet numerous others fell, excessively shocked to realize what had killed them. We kept on trading fire with the ones who stayed alive. Fortunately our concealing spots were obviously superior to theirs.
Projectiles flew, men shouted. It was a bloodletting. At last the couple of outstanding foes ran off back to their vehicles to escape.
"Follow them! Let nobody escape!" I shouted.
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