Inspector Pitbull (Duke’s submarine)

I was going after the Duke, no matter what. I tried to shoot him, but the wide-eyed stare of a teenager pulled me short. It reminded me of the terror-filled eyes of my own kids that plagued my nightmares; except for the hate, mixed with pain, shining from the teen eyes. A new explosion sent me to my knees. When I turned around, I saw the commander lying in the ground, a beam pinning his legs in place.

"There's just five minutes left! Run! Save yourself! This place is about to blow up!" yelled the commander. I looked around for something I could use as a lever.

"Four minutes," said the commander, stoically.

Ignoring his words, I desperately searched among the debris, finally finding a piece of junk made of iron that served my purposes. I tried to lift the beam, but the screams of pain of the commander stopped me.

"Do you want to die? Leave me! Go! This is going to explode! You're the only one that knows how to stop this terrorist!"

"I won't leave you!" Another explosion rocked us, and water started to flood the storeroom.

"Three minutes left," said the commander. The beam wasn't budging, and the water was dangerously reaching his neck.