No time to think.
Bullets spray wildly about the room. Then silence.
Crouched behind cover I think.
He's behind that crate. I'm sure of it.
I wonder if I can shoot him through it.
It looks like metal, best not try.
A grenade! That should flush him.
The grenade lands with bizarre tinkling but it is deafening in the silence of that room.
Surely he must have heard that.
Footsteps - He's running.
Stand, aim, shoot.
A figure bursts from cover. Two taps of the trigger. Six bullets from my M16.
Dead . I killed him.
The grenade explodes behind a crate, now irrelevant. It's gentle thud makes suitable requiem for my lifeless opponent.
I'm still alive.