“Get out! Now!” Captain John Mac yelled, before suddenly pushing me out of the building.
BOOM!
The rooftops and the scaffolding of construction gave way as Captain John and I plummeted to the bottom. I couldn’t tell what was happening, and I didn’t care either. What was supposed to be solid concrete collapsed under our weight as we continued falling. Maybe to our deaths.
Thud!
The fall suddenly came to a halt. I tried to gather my senses and look around. Debris was everywhere, civilians were screaming, running to safety. And there was Captain John Mac, lying on the ground, a massive piece of a roof on top of him. From what I saw, he was in a lot worse condition than I was.
My eyes darted next to Mac in the smoke, and I saw a figure frantically running towards us. Was that… Captain John Price? How did he make it here so quickly?
“Mac!” He yelled, amidst the wave of arrows and bullets that narrowly missed him. He ran to his comrade and effortlessly lifted the debris off Mac, as if the adrenaline gave him superhuman strength. “Look at me! You’re alright!”
He turned to me, pulled my arms, jolting me into a standing position and threw me to where Captain Mac was lying. “Yurik!” he exclaimed, his teeth gritted. “Grab him! We have to move now!”
I looked down. It was obvious that Captain John Mac was not alright. His situation was a lot worse than mine. He was gasping for air, lying down in a pool of crimson red liquid. I sighed. It would take a miracle for him to make it out of this mess alive, so I hoisted him onto my shoulders, with the eerie knowledge that my effort may have been in vain.
Captain Mac looked at me, a curious face was still able to be formed on his dust covered face.
“Yurik…” he gasped, “Makarov… he said.”
I told him to stay quite, now was not the time.
We bolted through the open streets of Rubica, we bolted through the crossfire of bullets and arrows and magic. It was chaos. Mac coughed, blood spilling out of his mouth.
“We can’t stay here. C’mon, this way!” Captain Price yelled, his voice drowned out by gunfire. “We have to get off the street!”
A rain of bullets cascaded upon us. I looked up. What was that monstrosity?
“An armed enemy airship!” Price hollered. “Get off the road! This way!”
We ran through open buildings and into an alleyway.
“Set him down.” Captain Price commanded. I placed him against the wall.
“Just patch me up.” Captain Mac grunted. “Get me back in this.”
Captain Price handed me his dual pistols and hoisted Captain Mac onto his shoulders. “It’s not safe here. We have to move. C’mon!”
“We need… Dmitry…” Mac groaned, “get us out…”
I sighed. With all this gunfire, our escort won’t be here even if weeks go by.
CRASH!
Captain Price kicked down the door.
“That airship is circling back around! We have to move!” Price yelled. Mac groaned in pure agony.
“Yurik, take point and cover us.”
This was it. I would march into the gates of hellfire, and hopefully make it out unscathed.