He took a moment to tighten the strap on his submachine gun so the weapon was secured on his back along with the rifle, then drew his sidearm. In quarters as tight as the interior of a ship, he'd be more comfortable with his pistol, capable of far greater precision than a heavier weapon.
A sharp banging noise announced the annihilation of the bridge door's lock. Jack kicked open the heavy slab of steel and entered the room with his pistol at the ready.
"Everything's still intact. They didn't have time to smash any of the navigational controls." A stroke of luck. It would be damn hard to steal this tub without a working bridge. The place looked clear, so Jack took point on the stairs down to the lower decks.
Only once he was below and beyond the reach of sniper support did enemy sailors start shooting, popping into the dark, narrow halls and firing behind pipes, their gunshots echoing in the ship's claustrophobic confines.
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A sharp banging noise announced the annihilation of the bridge door's lock. Jack kicked open the heavy slab of steel and entered the room with his pistol at the ready.
"Everything's still intact. They didn't have time to smash any of the navigational controls." A stroke of luck. It would be damn hard to steal this tub without a working bridge. The place looked clear, so Jack took point on the stairs down to the lower decks.
Only once he was below and beyond the reach of sniper support did enemy sailors start shooting, popping into the dark, narrow halls and firing behind pipes, their gunshots echoing in the ship's claustrophobic confines.