A soldier surges up on my left, making no effort to hide his footfalls, and he shoots before I even have a chance to lift my weapon. I dive for the ground, bashing my elbow into a steel cabinet, pain ricocheting up my arm. I glimpse him in my periphery and push through the agony, flipping onto my back to shoot him in the thigh, then the foot. He buckles, his cries echoing, but even as he falls he manages to get off a few well-aimed shots. I roll over but not fast enough, hissing through my teeth as a bullet nicks my right arm.