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Death

A hissing sound accompanied the smoke as I ran to the back of the ambulance and threw open the doors. I saw a machine plugged into an electrical outlet in the back panel and struggled into the ambulance. My vision was blurred and it seemed darker than it should have been as I grabbed at the plugs and pulled them from the outlet. The hissing slowed and then stopped.

I jumped down from the back of the ambulance and lost my balance. I managed to get back up and reached Rodgers. I grabbed his arm and started to drag him out of the garage. My legs were cramping and not working well and I dragged him until we were outside.

I was standing, trying to catch my breath, when I saw another terrorist in a CBRN suit coming at me. I had dropped my rifle somewhere. I grabbed for my pistol in my belt and was trying to bring it up when he batted it out of my hand and knocked me to the ground. He held me down and I struggled to fight him. I felt a pain in my chest and knew he had stabbed me in the heart.

I closed my eyes.

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