|An oak credenza was being jostled off the floor by a few people, flipped on end and tossed into the fung-shui draw of the door way’s line of sight.
Two men popped up (heads tucked chi to chest) not more than waist high above the line of the credenza. They only exposed the part of their backs that was armored with bullet proof vest. The vests where under jackets. Immediately bullet holes began revealing the goat spun silk underneath. A third man jumped from a Pinjat Silat tiger crouch, with the territorial aggression of the spiders that spin that Kevlar silk in nature. As the bullets thrust the two people forward, from a kneeling position, as if they were diving into a kiddy pool he bound off there upper backs and dove with a twist and a tuck.
The tuck made him, as a target, smaller and pulled his feet through the door fame quickly after his mid section had cleared it and the edge of the shields.
The two boys had their guns aimed through the shield’s gun mount windows. They were completely exposed to the downward shots of the man who was now opening up from his tuck as the boys tried to pull the shields down to cover at more of a diagonal almost exposing their feet to gunfire that was picking at there ability to keep the shields against the floor.
A woman on the floor below screamed as the man next to her got shot through the flooring. Another bullet bounced off piping in the floor and caught the leg of one of the boys holding a shield.
The General had his guns drawn and his fore arms crossed himself in the cruz position, but it still wasn’t going to be at the right angle to shoot the flipping man.
Theodore unloaded an .125th of a round into his skull and neck, knocking him back against the credenza like a volley ball catching the wrong edge of a game net. The bullets that went into his chest at the neck line above the collar bone canted the flipper off to the side: As the bullets where bouncing inside his goat silk vest, and off his cracking bones. He was lucid from shock, trying to suck in air into the clasped air balloons he now had for lungs.
The boy with wounded ankle switched out, as the General and the other boy put down over kill on the flipper, right when side B stopped for a half a second to not shoot the flipper themselves as he fell into the way. The new second boy shored himself up with the General and the first boy as they took the surface of the credenza at the doorway. This was seconds after they removed the obstructing density of the flipper by blasting him to pulp and blasting the rest into a hole that had been blown in the credenza itself.
The two people on side B that couldn’t roll away rolled up under the credenza, laying still. They were hoping to go unnoticed. The General saw them move and shot down at them. Missing the angle necessary. They laid there under the line of fire that the shield windows covered like rooks, bishops, or queens.
One gun got shot out of the General’s hand.