the rain continued to pour around me, soaking the trenches, soaking my muddy gear. shots were going off all around me, men falling, screaming in anguish. i looked around, surveying the battered remnants of my team. my men continued to fire, but their shots were going astray. "impossible," i gritted my teeth.
"how can people take that many shots and keep missing?!" the enemy line came closer and closer, felling men right and left.
"this is it," i thought to myself, smiling bitterly in despair. i closed my eyes, and prayed for a quick death....
BAM!
my eyes shot open. one man jerked back as blood sprayed in the air. he had been shot, but by who?
BAM! BAM!
i turned my head as more of the enemy fell, and made eye contact with my saviour. he advanced slowly, his shots continuing to connect from long range. "you finally made it," i gasped, tears running down my eyes. "i thought you were lost...i was ready to drop you for sean kilpatrick."
Dario Saric ran over and helped me up amidst the gunfire. "trust the process, tokyo tom," he smiled, as we rejoined the fight.