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Oliver took some cover, flicked the gun's firing selector to semi auto, and returned fire at the bandits. He made sure that every shot was never wasted, because scavenging for ammo can be a real pain in the ass.

There was a lot of fire, but he didn't let up and kept firing at the bandits. He probably took down one or two of them, but with their current situation, it didn't matter.

He glanced over at Nickel struggling to kick down the door. He wanted to help, but he was caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Sonnavabitch!" He shouted angrily as he continued shooting.

There was one bandit that flanked around and snuck up on the team. Fortunately, Oliver was very attentive. He spotted the guy and shot him.

There was something peculiar that Oliver saw on the outfit the bandit was wearing. It took him a very long second to realise that these guys were not just some punks you'd find at random in the outside world.

No, these guys belonged to a certain faction that gave him a very tough time during his military career.

Not these motherfuckers again.

Feeling the anger overrun his thoughts, he focused everything he's got on taking down the bandits. There were a few close-calls here and there, but the firefight started to ease up a little.

Oliver heard someone calling his name, he looked over and saw that Nickel managed to get the door open. Everyone was starting to escape through it.

Oliver sprunt to the exit and squeezed through. Once done, he helped Nickel shut the doors.

"Well damn."