by Jon Gerrard
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In the aisle on the far side of the warehouse the guards were advancing at the same rate. The plan was to force the teens into the narrow space at the front of the building where they would be brought down in a crossfire. As they moved the guards focused on the aisle ahead, carefully watching for any sign of the mutant teens. They had just reached the midpoint of the aisle when objects suddenly began flying off the shelves ahead and pelting them. The guards began shooting blindly into the racks in an attempt to hit their unseen attackers.
With their attention focused on the front of the warehouse, none of the guards noticed the shadowy figure that suddenly appeared behind the last man in their group. Dimitri clapped a hand over the man’s mouth as he wrapped an arm around his throat, squeezing with all of his strength to cut off the guard’s breathing. Backpedaling quickly he drew the struggling guard away from the rest of the group. He continued to apply pressure until the man went limp, dropped the body, and disappeared. Reappearing behind the next guard he repeated his silent attack.
Just then, one of the guards at the front of the group suddenly went berserk. Reversing his hold on his rifle to use it like a club he started swinging at the men around him. He dropped three of his comrades before five others managed to tackle him to the ground. Once he had been restrained however a different guard went on a berserker rampage.