SWAT - One Shots

"Survive" S5 [Part 3]

A/N: Merry Xmas/Happy Holidays everyone! 🎄🥳 here is the third and final chapter for my survive shot, enjoy 💜
- Kate 🔥
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"She was clipped in the leg by a bullet on the way into the parking lot, she said it was fine but I could see her losing blood as we ran", Deac informed Hondo and Street.

They had checked through two buildings and still no sign of Chris or the shooters.

Street was trying hard to focus on clearing the areas but all the different possibilities of finding Chris were reeling through his mind.

It was in the next block of buildings about two minutes later, that the sound of gunshots reverberated through the walls.

"Sounds like it's coming from the next building, Deac you fall in behind, Street give me two", Hondo ordered as they exited, rounding the veranda, to reach the next door.

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Chris was crouched down below the windowsill, perched just inside the fake saloon. She had shut the door behind her and was using the small hole at the corner of the window for visual of the shooters.

In the last five minutes, her mag had run empty for her HK and she was forced to leave it behind,  her pistol the only protection she had left, which was also running dangerously low.

Chris thought she had faintly heard the sound of a helicopter approaching at the rear of the ghost town a moment ago, a sign of hope that help had arrived,  but she was immediately brought back to the hail of bullets aimed toward her.

She really hoped that Deac and the client had reached who ever had arrived.

She ducked her head down, as the bullets flew, they knew where she was, she was going to have to run again.

In a crouched run she made a beeline for the door opposite to her, but after a quick observation, the door led to a room with no exit.

Chris was trapped in this saloon unless she left through the door she entered.

In her panic to find a way out, the gunfire grew silent.

She approached the window again cautiously, her gun ready to fire.

She peeked out the small hole again, her eyes squinting as the sun shone down against the tin roof panels atop the building across the courtyard.

As Chris' eyes finally adjusted she spotted the two gunmen, stood outside the veranda of the saloon.

She had just managed to throw herself down onto the ground as one of the gunmen had reloaded and another round of bullets broke through the window in front of her, shattering around and on top of her.

Chris could feel the blood running from her lip, her hands pressed down onto the glass shards, pushing herself up from the floor to move away from the window.

When she saw the gunmen ready to fire, she had noticed that the other shooter had reached for another grenade and was pulling the pin. She needed to find cover as quickly as possible.

Once she had made it to her feet, she sprinted as well as she could to the end of the saloon bar, the furtherest she could make herself from the window.

Her back rested against the bar, her knees pulled to her chest, her free hand and her gun used to press against her ears, bracing for the explosion.

Chris' face was screwed up in a grimace, but after a few moments of silence, her eyes still closed, she heard a few more gunshots but no sign of the grenade.