"Go......leave me......" Decker gasped wincing form the pain. Erin had returned and she stared down at Decker with big tearful eyes. "GO!" Decker croaked wheezy. Young nodded and winked at Decker placing the gun in Decker's right hand. Young picked him to his feet and propped him against the chimney.

"Thanks...See you again my friend." Young whispered then turned and ran dragging the shaken Erin with him. Decker clutched his chest and threw his body around the corner. He slumped to one knee, aiming at the doorway and waited. Decker closed his eyelids and let the cold sweat dribble off his eyelashes. He waited. The ripping pain blurred his thoughts as he tried to concentrate at the doorway. He quickly glanced over his shoulder and saw two silhouettes in the distance on a lower roof running far.

"They'll make it" Decker thought. There was a squealing whistle Decker looked back at the doorway. Like a death angel a commando rose from in between the stairwell hovering on its rocket jet pack that was attached to its black padded armour.

"I have a visual lock." The MJ12 commando growled through its insect like visor. The two machine guns erupted from the rhombus shaped arms like fiery snake tongues. Decker fired two inaccurate shoots that embedded themselves into the door and sidewall. MJ12 troopers crept up the stairwell hiding in the commando's shadow that continually fired at the locked target.

Decker's body was suddenly punchered and riddled from the mounted machine guns; the impact threw him down to the gravelled rooftop. Decker could not move, he lay there looking upwards at the ceiling in shock eyes boggled and darting around in his head. Then the pain hit, in his chest, a constant hammering pain, his heart had been ripped open from the bullet, Decker could hear the desperate rubbery beats thumping in his head, and the fluttering in his chest like a deflating balloon, it was his cardiac muscles trying to squeeze blood through his severed pulmonary artery as his body went into a spasm. Panic hit instantaneously as the confusion became reality; he was dying. His chest heaved violently, not with breath but with the nervous sparks and jolty muscle spasms. He could not move or breath, tears rolled down Decker's wide doe eyes his mouth tried to scream but his tongue had rolled back in his mouth and stopped any whimper. Decker just lay there, body in a pulsating in shock. It was like someone had pulled the plug on his bodies system only his brain had not done it and was trying to work out why nothing worked. The burning metallic blood rose quickly filling Decker's throat and mouth, his body was drowning itself. His eyes started trying to roll back. Decker heard muffled steps as the MJ12 troops stormed past. Dropping in and out of death Decker looked up at the padded leg of the MJ12 commando.

"He's bleeding out." Came the distant voice from behind the mask. "Terminating target."

A glaring flash, a fiery crack followed with a sharp electric crackle that shot through Decker's brain opening up the back of his head like someone putting their foot through a water melon. Decker felt no more sensations. He did not even have time to blink. His body lay on the roof, eyes still fixed open around a depressed fist sized hole. The grey hairs on what was left of his head blew gently in the breeze.