He shoved the muzzle of his assault rifle into the narrow opening and squeezed the trigger. Spent shell casings clattered to the floor. A howl echoed from the other side, and a curl of gray smoke
drifted through the crack.

"And I'm in," the Chief said. He rushed into the room and stepped over the dead Elite on the floor before him. Its torso had been ripped open-shot as it tried to hold the doors closed.-Chpt.7 pg.90