The Pathless on Paths---------Chapter VII part 3(6)

Karrson took a deep breath. He was never meant to do this, but none of the others were, neither, save perhaps Emmerich. The man’s past was still unknown, and he made a mental note to himself to ask him one day. He removed his rucksack, giving it to Sanders, who gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Fear nothing! You’ve got Emmerich with you guys. He is got it in the bag, man.”
“Yeah...I do hope so,” Karson laughed. “You two be wary outside. Beware of the gates, for not all are friendly.”

“You outta worry about yourself first, bud. Let’s get it on!”
“Yes,” Karrson whispered to himself. “Get it on.” He adjusted his grip on the rifle.
“Alright. The time comes.” Emmerich said. He shouldered his rifle and aimed at a surveillance camera mounted on the edge of the wall. Hunter held a his rifle at the ready.
Emmerich fired twice, first a round from his rifle that destroyed the camera, and a second that ensued from his grenade launcher. Immediately ensuing the sharp pop from the launcher, a amll section of the upper wall, along with a section of the barbed wire that was set upon it, burst asunder in pieces with a defining explosion. Before the dust settled, they were already on their way. Emmerich, Karrson, Hunter, and Clark, they each leaped up, and with a lift from Sanders and Clare who stationed themselves on either side of the breached wall, half-crouching, flipped over the broken wall and dropped within it confines. Karrson ran forward, following Emmerich. They breached in a relatively deserted corner of the complex, and were now making their way through a narrow alleyway formed in between the perimeter wall and the building wall, running forward towards the west side of the building. Soon ahead was the end of this alley, and open ground. Just as they drew near to it, two bewildered guards appeared, still fumbling with their weapons, being plainly unready for such a queer and unheralded event. Karrson fired, and felled one of them with a burst from his rifle. The other fell back, with the back of his head destroyed and a bullet wound on his forehead, with several others on his body, the work of Emmerich. They passed the two bloody and crippled bodies without looking, and took an immediate right turn as soon as they were clear of the alley, emerging into a patch of clear land, with carts full of rusted metal and junk littered about the place. A large steel sliding gate could be seen on the wall on this side, powered by electric motors. There was a pair of double plywood doors at the center of the western building wall, and a small guard post standing next to it against the building wall, empty and with door ajar. It was from here that the fallen guards had come. The four lined up besides the wall.