There was a brief interlude in the bullet storm just inches above and Leo listened closely to the sound of running boots on the metal floor of the hangar.

[i]Okay. One right, two left.[/i]

In one swift and continuous motion he swung his upper body around the right side of his cover and squeezed the GR-7s trigger.

[i]*Pvew!* [/i]

[b]“Aaarrghh fucking hell!”[/b], a voice screamed in agony as Leo’s round smashed its way through the man’s upper left leg, causing a splash of blood and bone as he toppled forwards. The sound of the rifle reverberated throughout the chamber. Leo shifted his momentum and pulled back behind cover, swinging his rifle around in the other direction just in time for the other two men to sprint into his view away from the smoke.

[i]*Pvew-Pvew!*[/i]

Two more men from Grecia’s Interplanetary Authority fell to the ground, silent. Having each received one round to the heart. 
[b]“Lay down your fucking weapons and get down on the ground!”[/b] A voice roared from somewhere past the smoke. The station around him rumbled from the shock of another more distant explosion.  

Leo looked over at two corpses, the letters G.I.A emblazoned on their body armor. 
[b]“Fuck me.”[/b] He muttered. [b]“Guess that old man was right in one way when he said you always leave with more than you bargained for. Speaking of…”[/b] he stood up and aimed his rifle squarely at the freshly refurbished airlock. Waiting a moment for more threats to stream in as the thick smoke began to rapidly dissipate. An audible cacophony of chaos streamed into the hanger.

He crept slowly towards the origin of the smoke.