"You mean to tell me there's no hope?" said Sentio. "How can that be?"
"Oh, there's hope," said EagleRock, "but it'd require a leap of faith and an act of God. If they're going to turn the tables, MetalDart needs to get into that hostage room. They're all out on the warehouse floor right now, which means the room is empty. If he can get in there, he can turn the match over."
"But how?" said Sentio. "He'd still have to get the hostages out of the room and get them out of the warehouse."
"True. However, think of the ramifications of him doing it. We're outnumbered, they have the positional advantage. If he could squeeze into that room and garrison himself inside, that would be a big blow to them psychologically. Think how you'd feel if the impossible seemed to happen against you, especially against these odds."
Sentio thought. "Very true. But how can he do it?"
"Like I said, a leap of faith. He'd have to jump down from that air duct and take the 8 foot fall, then run in there without getting shot."
"Christ," said Sentio. "You weren't kidding when you said the odds were against us."
"I know. I trust my soldiers, but this is one battle that even the best of the best would sweat bullets on."
SlashFirestorm thought about those words carefully.
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Slash, in his prime, was the most intense, most efficient, and most deadly Elite Guard. His daily patrols did more against the evils of Newgrounds than some Elite Guards could do in a week. As such, his skills on the battlefield were strong, and his speed unparalleled. However, running the scenario through his mind did little to help the situation. No matter how the numbers added up, we were screwed. He knew it was only a matter of time, and that it would require a miracle to get us out alive.
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In the map, DarkSoldier was still pinned against the left wall of the warehouse as he breathed heavily. He was gripping his Para so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. He knew that MetalDart needed help, and would die if he didn't do anything. As he quickly racked his brain, one idea came to him.
Sacrifice.
He radioed in his last words. "When you hear my gun, go for the door."
"What are you doing, DarkSoldier?"
"I'm going in. We're dead if we don't move."
"You're dead if you run in there!"
"We're all dead if I don't. Don't waste the opportunity on me. I didn't train all this time in the Elite Guard to have my life go to waste."
"Christ, Dark, you can't really be serious!!!"
"I am. DaRk, toss your last flashbang in, then I'll run in there and cause the distraction."
"Roger," said DaRk. He pulled out the flashbang and tossed it into the middle of the warehouse. Once the flash went off, DarkSoldier ran in, spraying his Para.
MetalDart closed his eyes, as he prepared himself for the jump. Just then, Dobio started shooting at him from the other side of the duct. MetalDart was forced to jump.
Time seemed to stop as he crashed through the grate towards the concrete landing 10 feet below.
End of Chapter 12