Al's eyes squinted eyeing one of the figures. That couldn't be a militar could he? WHat was he...oh. He noticed a second afterwards the kind of weapon that was fired, before yelling "BLIMEY! Grenade!" He urged as he jumped out and pushed his fellow officer out of the car, before jumping away and rolling sideways, the explosion of debris peppering his back with shrapnel and cuts. Once again, his reflexes honed in years inside the battlefield had saved him from certain death. He eyed at his partner. 

He had not been so lucky, as a shrapnel injury had penetrated through his eye, killing him almost instantly. Flipping his still working radio, Al didn't even think when he made the callsign, his hand already reaching for the gun. "This is officer Wolfe. We're being assaulted by paramilitar troops at the docks. Officer McKenzie has given his life in the line of duty. Bring reinforncements... and corpse bags." He said, in a harsh raspy voice, as he took aim. His arm wobbled, the wreck and flames of the explosion playing on his senses. The target was armored, with hi tech gear. 

A difficult shot. But not for him. For a brief second, memories of the war surfaced. He pressed the trigger, his assailant aiming his rifle. The bullet's entry point was neat, right between the eyes and nose. The sweet spot. The attacking grunt fell to the ground with a thud, without twitching even.

"SHIT! SNIPE-" One of his colleagues added, this time firing at the man successfully. His fate was no diferent, a second shot grazing his neck, while Albert struggled to cover under the gunfire, using the car as a wreck. He clenched his teeth. [i]Alright, you want a fight with the Law? You got one. I ain't reading your rights, you murderers.[/i] Furious thoughts assaulted him as he thought how to acquire a better tactical position and maneuver through the unfavorable odds.
[@Regitnui][@Mercenary Lord]