"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Fritz Klingenberger!" The corporal patted his own face and shouted to boost his morale, though he actually didn't know what he was yelling as he charged into the subway station with his comrades.
The air inside was murky and carried a scorching heat.
One could smell the scent of gunpowder.
His eyes started to sting.
Just as Fritz Klingenberger entered the subway station with his submachine gun, a burst of bullets whizzed overhead, numbing his scalp as he took cover in a corner, craning his neck and staring wide-eyed to see a drug trafficker firing a heavy machine gun from a second-floor room!
The gunfire pinned them down!
He glanced left and right, crouched low, jumped down onto the adjacent tracks, and moved forward, spotting a small door labeled: Maintenance Access.
Fritz Klingenberger followed the path down, turned a corner, and came face-to-face with someone, both of them wide-eyed in panic.