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Friendly Fire
Huck walked through the hallways surrounding a bright library containing the Fantom and several others—he didn't know how many. He hadn't seen, but he could hear the Fantom's voice and other voices he didn't recognize.
Finally, he found what he had been looking for—a staircase. He took the steps two at a time then slowed as he reached the top, stopping just before he came out into the open hallway. Huck glanced around the corner and saw so many gunmen that his courage nearly failed him. He took a few deep breaths, his mind racing.
Silently, Huck stepped around the corner at the end of the hallway, staying just outside of the view of those down the next hallway. He drew a deep breath and pulled his Winchester up and aimed at the nearest gunman, who was focusing on the people downstairs and didn't even notice Huck. He pulled the trigger, but didn't wait to watch him fall. He aimed again for the next one, shot him, and aimed for the next one before they finally realized they were being fired upon. However, that one seemed have shaken off his stupor, because he dove to the other side of the railing and came running towards Huck, firing his machine gun wildly and missing completely.
Huck decided not to wait for the gunman to get a better aim. He rearranged his grip on the Winchester so that he was holding it by the barrel, and turned down the next hallway, screaming through the scarf, "Oh, God, they've gone mad and they're trying to shoot ALL OF US!" as he ran past them. They turned they're guns towards the threshold he had just passed through. When the wildly firing gunman ran around the corner, he was met with a shower of bullets.
Huck dropped to one knee and quickly shot the remaining men in the corridor. He jumped to his feet and looked out the nearest casement onto the floor below. Paper was flying everywhere, and among the Fantom's men were scattered five others, each fighting by themselves. He didn't remember any of the details of the five, having sighted the man he was looking for: the Fantom. Huck couldn't stay long, though, because after only a moment of looking five of the Fantom's men came dashing around the corner and nearly plowed into Huck.
As Huck was the only one still standing in that particular corridor, the gunmen correctly assumed that he was the 'madman'. Suddenly five machine guns were pointed directly at Huck's chest. "Oh, shi—," he said in a rushed voice, not completing the thought as he dove for the staircase, bullets whizzing past him a little too close for comfort.
Huck rolled over and grabbed the railing, swinging himself out from the staircase. He dropped awkwardly to the ground and wrenched his ankle badly. Huck winced at the pain, but steeled himself, remembering his purpose. He limped quickly in the direction he had seen the Fantom going, before realizing that he had lost all sense of direction in his plummet from the staircase.
Huck had begun to search around the corridors before he heard a yelled, "Run, James!" He looked to his left and saw the faces of one of the Fantom's men and an older man with worn clothes, but not like Huck's. Huck hurried in the direction that the soldier had called.
Rounding the corner with a skid, Huck caught sight of the Fantom and chased after him, limping heavily. The Fantom moved along towards the stairs, significantly faster than the normally quick agent.
The Fantom dashed up some rickety old stairs and Huck, seeing his chance, took a shot at one of the stair steps. The Fantom's foot crashed through the floor, sticking out at an odd angle. He cried out, but strangely it did not sound like his normal voice but thinner, less throaty. "An ankle for an ankle," Huck whispered to himself.
The Fantom jerked his foot out of the hole and hobbled up the steps rather quickly considering the damage just done. Huck, who had been breathing a sigh of relief, started at this sudden movement and came after just as quick.
Unfortunately, the Fantom had too far of a head start. Just as Huck's head popped up to the next floor, the Fantom leaped out the window into the water below.
Huck cursed softly. The entire chase had been for nothing. He listened for a moment and no longer heard the sounds of gunfire. "Well, might as well be getting' back to all the lovely people," Huck said to himself and walked slowly back towards the library.