ALEXANDER MIKE(THE TERRORISTS)

CHAPTER 8

Mike walked around in the cabin of the train. He couldn't find anyone so far but he was sure they knew he was in the train. He moved cautiously placing one footstep at a time. He couldn't hear anything. He kept moving, keeping close to the chairs so he could easily dive behind in case of an emergency. His eyes hovered around. He had found nothing yet

He approached a door which led to another cabin. He couldn't tell what was behind that door. He itched closer, his hands were held firmly to his gun. His eyes went towards the door below it. He spotted shadows. Shit! they were waiting for him. He wasn't sure how many they were but he could tell they were more than just one. He moved towards the door and opened it slowly. He made sure he was standing at the side as he did so. He opened it slowly and suddenly kicked it backwards. As soon as he did this he retreated to a corner.

Shots were fired immediately into the place. Two men came in loaded with rifles. They seemed surprised that he wasn't were they expected him to be. He shot them immediately, one on the head and the other on the chest. They fell down dead. More of them came out firing at him. He dived behind one of the chairs for cover. Bullets were fired at him shattering everything they came in contact With. He moved closer to them bringing them down one by one. They seemed to multiply.
"Shit!" He screamed. Mike rolled to another corner and fired one of them on  the head. The man fell backwards and landed heavily on the floor presumely dead. He again rolled to another corner itching closer to them but they however didn't understand his trick. He fired at them at every opening he had. He was now a bit closer to one of them who was dumb enough to get closer.

He ran quickly and slid on the floor making it almost impossible for anyone to have a clear shot on him. He fired the man from below and stood up from behind shooting the other men. When he noticed they were going to fire back he quickly grabbed the man and placed him in his front using him as shield from the bullets

Bullets tore into the body of the man he held as shield but none reached him. He threw the man forward and moved rapidly. He was too sudden for them to grasp what he was trying to achieve and hence got confused. He moved to the side shooting them down. He noticed more men approaching from the other cabin.

He ran immediately towards it and slid himself down towards one of the chairs. This was getting harder than he thought but he knew better than to give up. Bullets were fired at his direction. The men also hid themselves behind chairs using them as shield. At least this once were smart, but that didn't bode well for him.

They exchanged fire against each other. Him alone against about fifteen men he had counted so far. Damn! He moved towards the back of another chair, he was receiving too much heat. He fired back. The men were clever, whenever they saw him move to fire back at them they'll quickly hide behind their chair.

Mike changed position again. He observed that they fired at a particular interval of time in the same pattern all he had to do was listen and observe. They would fire at him and wait for him to fire back, then fire at him again and then wait for him to fire back. It was like a consecutive routine. He just needed to break that chain of reaction. He fired then waited. One, two, they fired back and then waited for him. He fired again and then waited. One,two, they fired at him again. He had gotten it.

He laid the bait and fired at them. One, he immediately stood up and fired again. They didn't expect that and so were caught unaware. He brought down three of them. The men started  muttering curses.

Mike knew time was against him. He quickly rushed towards them as fast as he could. He jumped over a chair and fired the man behind it. He needed to be as quick as his body could carry him he could be dead in a minute. The men turned to him to fire but he fired each other in quick shots which were fired consecutively. One by one they fell down dead.