The grenade landed at Logan's feet, at the exact centre of the crowded lift. It was followed by another from Stuart a nanosecond later.
"Get out!" screamed Logan, kicking the grenade. It did nothing except bounce of Alvarez's heel and straight back into the lift.
Alvarez, Mendoza, Benitez and Corby were at the front of the lift. Wraith let off a burst of bullets as they scrambled forwards; it ripped through Alvarez and the force pushed him backwards, onto Logan. A bullet nicked Mendoza, as Corby and Benitez sprinted forward unscathed. Logan grabbed Alvarez and ran; blood already poured down his shirt and from his mouth. Spirit gripped Mendoza's hands and pulled her out of the soon to be annihilated lift.
And then, a millisecond before it exploded, Logan did something that he would never forgive himself for.
He turned, and exposed the heavily bleeding Alvarez to the blast. As if he was a shield.
As if he was disposable.
The blast did its damage. Thomas Kevers was the closest; the shrapnel tore through him and left him a decapitated hunk of bloody torso. Part of Logan would always be haunted at how one minute he was making jokes about Corby's hygiene and the next he was... gone.
A stray shard of metal hit Corby in the left eye, and tore it open, leaving it a loosely connected mess of jelly and nerves.
Benitez was hit in the leg, as was Spirit; both collapsed screeching. Mendoza's foot was reduced to tendons and tissue.
Jonathan Alvarez's face was obliterated, showering Logan with blood and brain and skull.
Dash, who, other than Logan, was the last man standing, stepped out and drilled three rounds into Stuart's face.
Before his body had even hit the floor he and Wraith tackled each other, their guns clattering along the floor. Wraith got the upper hand; he knelt on Dash's chest and let off an unforgiving flurry of brutal punches to his face.
Logan slowly released his grip on Alvarez, allowing the body to slump onto the floor, amid the screaming forms of Mendoza, Spirit, Corby and Benitez.
He raised his gun at Wraith, only find that a piece of shrapnel had reduced his gun to an eloquent paperweight.
His hands darted for his sidearm, but Wraith noticed and tackled him to the ground. Dash was coughing and trying to recover his footing as Wraith broke Logan's nose with an intense smash.
Logan grabbed Wraith by the nape of his neck and slammed it downwards; their foreheads collided with a spark of pain. Using the opportunity well, Logan flipped Wraith backwards and off him. He righted himself quickly, grabbed him by his collar, and threw him full force into the lift, impacting hard against the metal.
Before Wraith could do anything, Logan pressed a button at random and chucked a grenade into the lift.
The doors closed, and Wraith was trapped.
He thought about screaming. No, he decided. No point. At least-
His mind raced for an "At least", something, something that would make his death mean something-anything.
He settled with the fact that Logan was most likely going to kill Elias.
And Keegan Peter Russ was nothing.
Logan helped Dash up, and they glanced at six equally ravaged bodies; four of them were still screaming. Logan was just about to offer Spirit his hand when a sudden grinding noise started.
A door slowly began to close at the middle of the corridor. Slowly, the metal sheeting descended.
Dash and Logan left the four of them screaming, and legged it to the door.
"You'd think a multi-billion pound facility would have quicker closing doors!" remarked Dash, before adding, "Not that I'm complaining!"
The door had only reached halfway when Logan and Dash crouched under it.
They were about to continue when Merrick stepped out from nowhere and shot Dash straight in the chest.
Both men turned to Merrick; Dash seemed to regard it more surprising than being shot.
He looked at Merrick, then at Logan, then collapsed.
Logan smashed the butt of his gun into Merrick's face, knocking his head directly beneath the door. Quickly seizing the opportunity, he pinned Merrick's hands to his back, and knelt on him.
Merrick thrashed, Merrick panicked, and Merrick screamed.
"Logan, please, please, please,"
Logan didn't move. He glanced briefly at Dash, gasping desperately for his last gulps of air. Being careful not to allow Merrick up, he pulled Dash over to him.
"Shit, shit, you alright?"
Dash smiled weakly, and finally managed to get out a, "Go fucking save the day."
And then he relaxed, his eyes vacantly staring at Logan; He closed them. Merrick's screaming finally subsided as his skull fractured with a sickening crunch. Logan stood up, and went to commit patricide.
Elias Adam Walker loaded in the firing vectors for Rio de Janiro, Brasilia, Caracas, Buenos Aries, La Paz...
"Dad, stop. It's over."
Elias sighed.
"No, Logan. No, it isn't. Not until every last one of these filthy tribe savages is three feet underground. They're inferior, Logan. They keep leaching on our society like a parasite, taking our hard earned cash, subjecting us to their disgusting rituals."
"Listen to yourself, dad!"
"I'm not angry, son. I'm disappointed."
"Sorry to interrupt the family reunion, fellas."
Logan and Elias both turned, to see Rorke levelling his .44 magnum at them. Both men drew their own handguns, and backed off, forming a triangle.
"Well, looks like what we have here is a Mexican standoff. Well, if Elias had his way, a Filthy Sickening Subhuman standoff. Anyway, if I'm gonna die-"
Rorke reached into his pocket and tapped around on his phone. Ennio Morricone's Ecstasy of Gold blared out from its speakers.
"Might as well listen to some badass music."