Michael groaned, as he hauled himself into the sitting position. Blood was seeping through his fingers, "damn and this is how I go down bleeding out I thought I would at least go down in style." He looked to his left, seeing smoke rising up from where the building used to be. He put his hand to the ear piece finding it hard to lift his hand, "guys hurry up I don't know how long I can last like this."

It was true, his legs felt heavier than they are. He found it hard to even do the simplest movements. He coughed, blood running down the corner of his lips. He knew he could last for at least thirty minutes tops before he would pass out from the blood loss.