Author's Note: Sorry this one is so short.

The first team heard a scream after weapons fire. They rushed to the origin of the scream and saw their friend on the cold floor, holding his leg.

"Sam, get over here", the man in charge of the first team called.

There was no response. They knew the scream sounded strange to have come from the man that they hovered over. The second man from the first team stayed with the downed member as the first man went off to find this Sam person he had called for.

Upon arrival in another hallway, the other member of the second team was on the floor, unconscious. Quickly checking the pulse of the figure, the first member shot up, and looked around. No one else was in the hallway. He picked up the body and ran back to his other friends.

They traveled back to the elevator and went to another floor. They walked to what looked like a miniature hospital. Laying the injured friends on a bed, they lingered around until the doctor came over. Once they were safely in her hands, they went back to the dark levels.

Upon arrival there, they kept shooting at the enemy that moved like lightning and was darker than coal. It was almost like a quick shadow, moving against the wind. The stale, cold corridor was riddled with bullet holes and other weapon's fire.

They moved level by level, thinking about their friends, having to pick up the slack. A flash of gold, a streak of gray, they moved against the unseen, fighting for freedom. They had to finish clearing the halls, so that people could roam freely in them once again.