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CONFUSION WAS SAM’S FRIEND AT this point so he started to shoot out the lights in addition to the machinery as he travelled down the aisle now approaching the midpoint marked by the crossroads of the perpendicular aisle.
Unable to see through the equipment racks, the other soldiers could not identify who was shooting but knew by the sound of the weapon it was one of theirs.
The equipment was sending off sparks and there were now swaths where indicator lights were no longer showing life. Without any other sign of damage, it was hard to be sure how successful the shoot’em up approach was. As soon as this thought entered his mind, he became aware of two light grenades that he and all special forces carried on their belts. Bullets were good, but explosives were better. He grinned and pul
