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[color=DodgerBlue][h2]-Lee Zao Allen-[/h2][/color]
[color=DodgerBlue][h3]-"The Martial"-[/h3][/color]

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[i]Master Helfer, Kennedy and Allen I realise you also use special equipment on top of conventional weapons, the riot shields, Assorted Explosives and Spy/Stealth equipment is in the upstairs bedroom. Also even further up is the attic, which has a lot of junk and a skylight window that peaks out over into the street. There is also the boiler room that has the house's fail safe computer but you can only enter that from outside near the dumpsters, nothing you have to really be concerned about.[/i]

Lee perked up at the mention of his name. Noting the location of the Spy and Stealth equipment that came with the title of Martial. In due time though, Lee tuned back out, barely registering the final part about the boiler room,  it was nothing to be concerned about right?

Wrong, within seconds everything went to hell. A single, solitary bullet flew through the window, flying in slow motion right in front if his eyes, before exploding inside Craig.

Lee could almost feel the mans pain as he fell to the ground. The incredible, shocking impact of the bullet itself, a force equivalent to having an M-80 going off in the shirt pocket, sent Craig reeling. 

Everything seemed to go in slow motion, as undoubtedly, a large amount of adrenaline was released from Lee's adrenal medulla, causing his central nervous system synapses to fire faster–like a high-speed camera, producing a slow motion effect, as he acrobatically jumped over the couch and used the back end as cover. A hailstorm of bullets began to rain down on the apartment, to no avail. Lee felt his lungs begin to squeeze, and his breaths became agonizingly painful and terribly short. Every breath was like a knife turning in his lung. He wasn't nervous, nor scared, but watching someone so innocent slowly die would affect everyone.

He could faintly hear the screaming of those around him, his eyes became glassy as he watched Mack and Lily attend the Craig through the storm of bullets. Fortunately, the screaming of his name snapped him out of his initial shock. 


[i]Lee! its too hot with enemies to go outside, but... I think I know of another way to the failsafe console, Tim mentioned having to catch rats in the vents before they got to boiler room...could you crawl through the ventilation to get there?[/i]

Lee's eyes roamed around the room in search of a vent, his mind instantly focusing on the instructions he had been given. Within nano-seconds he found his prize, his eyes landing on a vent on the far wall near the bed. 

[color=DodgerBlue]" Wǒ tā mā de!"[/color] Lee cursed loudly, uttering his first words since he arrived at the apartment in his native tongue. 

Lee crawled over to the vent, making an effort not to look at what he assumed was now Craig's lifeless body. 

Wasting no time, Lee removed the covers with an experts touch, and quickly crawled inside, not bothering to look back at the crew that was being fired upon. Lee was greeted with darkness and the fading sounds of gunshots as he crawled ever deeper inside.