Past, present and moving on

River and I rush on the flimsy narrow metal floored stretch.

We both start kicking doors. The fifth I SPOT two outfit members and two kill shots go into each of them.

We carry on doing this until the last door. My frustration is palpable when we find nothing and three bullets miss my feet by inches.

My bullets run out and I clip my new magazine in, spin around and shoot the bald headed outfit member shooting at me from the bottom of the ...