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Cormack immediately began shooting with both guns. He aimed halfheartedly, directing the shots toward the entryway. His focus was not necessarily to hit anyone; rather he wanted to shoot as quickly as possible to give the impression that there were numerous men engaging in the attack. It took less than thirty seconds for him to empty the guns—twenty-two shots in all. By then, the three guards had regained some of their faculties and were struggling to get back into the bunker. It looked as though, even without aiming carefully, Cormack might have hit one of the guards in the shoulder, but he couldn’t be sure. As Cormack ran out of bullets in his first set of clips, he reached down and picked up another flash-bang. He pulled the pin and threw it, looking to hit the ledge just outside the entryway. His aim was off, though, and the flash-bang hit the cement above and to the left of the entryway.
Cormack swapped out the two empty clips in his guns for two new ones, and resumed shooting as quickly as he could. Again, it took less than thirty seconds to unload both guns, and there was no one visible outside of the fort’s entrance at that point, but Cormack didn’t care. He needed to keep up the attack and commotion. It was the only chance.
Once the second set of clips were exhausted, Cormack reached down for the third flash-bang—the last of his weapons. At this point, there was a steady volley of gunfire shooting blindly out from the entryway, and he hoped that Soh’s men would mistake their own gunshots for a combination of assault and defense. He pulled the pin on the flashbang and threw it toward the cement entryway. It went off, and the shooting from the entryway quieted briefly, and then picked up again in earnest.
He took a last look at the stone passage, gunshots firing out from the breach in the metal door. His assault had lasted for less than two minutes. It was the best he could muster, though. He prayed that it would be enough.
Cormack knew that Soh and his men would realize quickly that there was no more shooting, and he had little doubt that they would emerge from the fortress quickly to give chase. There would be several of them coming after him, and he no longer had any weapons to fight back with. The odds of him making it to the boat before Soh’s men had a line of sight on him were low, but he had to try. With any luck, Diamond was already out of the bunker and headed to the boat with Cicero and Buddy, but he knew the odds that the plan had been successful were also low.