“One, Two, Three!” he said sharply. An explosion of gunfire erupted in the hallway. I ignored it and ran, sticking to the wall. I was doing my best to be a small target, thinking small target thoughts. I raced down past Moros, bullets slamming into the wall next to me. I got to the corner and dove around into relative, momentary safety. I immediately spun and slid back to the corner. I pulled my gun up to cover down the hallway as Fields sprinted past me. He turned to cover the hallway as well, in a much smoother, practiced motion. “Ready Moros!” He said.