began to slow, until he eventually stopped and turned to face them.
Adam and Riyad continued to approach the alien.
“You…you are not of the Colony,” the native managed to say, then Adam placed a lightning-quick right jab into the center of his ribcage. The creature exhaled sharply, his eyes wide. He staggered backwards, while Riyad raced around behind and caught him before he fell to the floor, gasping for breath.
The native was too concerned with breathing to protest when Adam scooped up his legs and he and Riyad hustled him through the next doorway down the corridor. As was expected, there were other Sol-Kor in the room, and they stopped what they were doing when the trio entered.
It was an office of some kind, and all the aliens in the room—five of them—were seated at four-legged tables with monitors atop them. Three of them stood.
Adam and Riyad lowered the alien they were carrying to the floor and turned to the room, swinging their M-91 assault rifles from behind their backs. They fired from the hip, spraying the room with deadly lead projectiles. The muzzled short-barrels were greatly muted, but still it was heard in other parts of the room. Two more aliens appeared from a side room and quickly met the fate of their brothers.
Adam and Riyad split up, moving to each side of the room, clearing adjoining rooms of hostiles before meeting back up in the main room.
Adam flipped one of the desks on its face and pulled it towards the door. He ordered Riyad to stack several of the dead on the underside of the table, held in place by the two legs at one end. Then he opened the door and looked out into the corridor.
“Lean the table against the door.”
Riyad obliged, seeing what Adam was attempting to do.
With the table propped against the open door at a forty-five degree angle, the two Humans moved back into the corridor before Adam closed the door behind him. An accompanying thud was heard as the heavy table slammed to the floor on the other side.
“That should keep anyone from getting inside, unless they’re really determined.”
“You do know we’re leaving quite a trail behind us. Once the bodies start being discovered, the Sol-Kor will put two and two together and beef up security around the Queen.”
“That’s why we have to act fast. Get back to the others. I’ll continue to the elevator and secure it. Get the men here as fast as you can. So far I haven’t seen any Sol-Kor with weapons. We may have to fight the rest of the way, but this tip-toeing around is pissing me off.”
“Now that’s the Adam Cain we all know and love.”
“We’ll see how all this turns out. Now move!”
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Adam was alone in the hallway, M-91 assault rifle in his hands. He hugged the right wall until he came to a wide opening with a bank of elevators. Two Sol-Kor were waiting at the doors, and they turned when they sensed his presence.
“Fuck it,” Adam said under his breath, and opened up with the rifle, placing two quick shots center mass into each alien. The door to the elevator then opened; inside were four more Sol-Kor.
Without hesitation, Adam rushed forward, bathing the inside of the elevator with gunfire. The elevator car was huge, capable of holding a dozen or more of the tall aliens. Adam grabbed one of the dead by the collar and threw the body across the entrance, keeping the door from closing. He pulled the other two dead aliens into the car, after which he ducked inside and assumed a lookout posture to the right of the doorway.
From here, since the elevator was set slight off to one side of the large room, he could only see about ten meters down the corridor he’d just traversed. He dropped to one knee and brought the stock of his rifle up to his cheek as he heard movement coming from that direction.
Lieutenant Rock Johnson came briefly into view, before quickly ducking back for cover.
“Clear!” Adam called out. Then the entire team raced from the corridor towards the