The Tribe Page 38
by Jon Gerrard
As soon as the door to the trap room was unlocked the guards flooded into the warehouse, fanning out to surge into each aisle. There were three aisles in the warehouse and the men had been organized into three assault teams. The teams moved quickly, assault rifles tucked firmly into their shoulders as they sighted down the shadowed passages between the towering racks searching for targets they were determined to bring down. When they entered the warehouse they had come across the bodies of the other guards who had gone up against the teens and they were not taking any chances. Their orders were clear: if it moved, it died.