Here I come! [1/2]

25 Phantoms. 25 motherfuckers who could survive a bullet to the heart or brain. There were also 25 Wraiths who were part of the reinforcements. I had somehow expected them to bunch up the heavy hitters in the last wave.

Just 5 of the Phantoms managed to mess up my battle tempo. Granted, Spade and B-Ball were the priority targets I wanted to get rid of. 

"Why the fuck are Robert and Dominic here already?!"

Not really expecting an answer, I concentrated on the fight. As Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday continued to blast the hell out of the third wave, I switched POV to Saturday.

I took the BLR 81 and tried to find Robert. But when I looked into my scope, I saw a black spear coming at me!

'Shit!'

I could not react fast enough. I felt a long object impale my torso. The pain was excruciating. Pushed back by the projectile's momentum, I was thrown from the second floor.