sit down

My heart pounded in my chest as I crouched low, moving swiftly toward the truck. Every step felt like an eternity, the sounds of gunfire and explosions filling the air around me. I could feel the heat from the burning warehouse at my back, the acrid smell of smoke stinging my eyes and nose. But I forced myself to focus, to block out the chaos and concentrate on the task at hand.

The truck was an ancient relic, probably abandoned years ago when the warehouse had fallen into disrepair. Its paint was faded and chipped, the metal frame pitted with rust. But the fuel tank was intact, and that was all that mattered. If I could ignite it, the resulting explosion would create a massive fireball, enough to disorient and scatter the enemy long enough for my team to make their escape.