"Do me a favor, Doc." His voice was both calm yet tinged with a tenseness. As if he was trying to reassure someone while facing down a threat. It sounded like he was loading another gun. "Lock your door. Lock mine."

Heart beginning to beat harder, Doc slowly pushed the lock down on his door, then leaned over and pushed it down on the other door.

"Good. Now put'cher head down. And don't move."

"Sniper," he whispered, but he curled down over his knees as he was told. "Wait."

"Don't move til I call ya. And if it sounds like me..." He heard the hinges of one of the doors in the back creak as if shutting slightly. "...but you know it ain't me, don't bother answering."

There was a very heavy silence, and Doc squeezed his knees, still bent down over them. It was a very loaded order...and he knew exactly what it meant. "What if...I can't tell...?"

"You will." They were 2, hard, confident words, followed by the sound of a cocking shotgun. It quickened Doc's heart as his eyes snapped closed. "Be right back."

Silence. But he knew. He knew for sure Sniper heard and saw so much more. The sounds of guns readying, the breaths of men he could see in the oppressive darkness, the cracks of twigs, the grind of gravel beneath booted feet. The building count of men that were there for one singular task, and they were going to see it through whether anyone wanted to or not.

How many of them would fall? How many would be able to succeed? He had no idea how many were out there...but here, in this tiny camper, were 2 men with nothing left to lose. 

Would that be enough?

He heard the quickened creak of the back doors whine before the simultaneous slam of them shutting and the cacophonous eruption of automatic fire, all around, striking the sides of the camper all at once. Doc let out a cry and curled even tighter over his legs, clapping his hands over his ears, waiting for the hail to rip through, the glass to shatter. But after a few seconds of continuous fire, heard the roar of return fire from the back. The sounds of the Sniper's rifle biting back, occasionally the bark of a shotgun, but it was measured. Timed. Calm, and very, very efficient.

The Doctor glanced up to see the cab's glass merely cracked in some places, no Swiss cheese holes anywhere around him, though he heard a few shots rip through the back.

Oh, thought the Doctor as he shut his eyes again and pressed his hands to his ears harder. It must be armored...but...even this is....

The doors in the back whined in rust as the doors banged open, and the shotgun became the dominant sound above the automatics. He wanted to look but while the camper seemed bulletproof enough, the back doors were opened and the singular woolen curtain that divided the back and the driver's cab...well, wasn't bulletproof. Bullets ripped through it and Doc shrank from the side and let out another whimper. A dozen or so shots wouldn't kill him...but it didn't mean it didn't hurt, and the night was wearing so long and hard on him.

He wouldn't be able to heal quicker than a single person unloading into him, let alone however many were out there now.

And Sniper. Could he?

He heard the rifle again. After that, more automatic fire that sounded closer to the camper than the ones in the woods. Then he heard someone come to the passenger door and begin to bang on it, he glanced up and saw the shadow of one of the Facility guards slam the butt of his gun against the glass, which held, but began to crack. He shut his eyes and trembled.

There was a blinding light even he could see behind his eyelids, followed by the cry of several men in shock. Then the sounds of gunfire closer to him, around the front of the camper. The Doctor checked the instinct to look again. He heard the sound of someone impact the door and he let out another cry.

"Easy, Doc," he heard Sniper say, followed by 2 gentle knocks. "Just me." He punctuated it with a peal of automatic fire. Then he knocked twice again. "Keep yer head down. Almost done." 

His voice almost sounded so...calm. Easy-going, even. 

The sounds of gunfire was much less now, however. 

"Fuck. Shit still hurts," he heard Sniper grumble, this time from next to the driver's side. 

"Are you alright?" called Doc as he kept his head down low. 

"Got shot a few times," he admitted. "Wild how fast...they--hang on." He heard the sound of the rifle roar again, the smooth metallic clicks of reloading, and then another shot. "--how fast they heal."

Doc felt some relief in the news, but had no time to really relish in it as he heard him curse and there were more shots at the driver's side. He heard some scuffling then more rifle fire from his side.

"Not as many as I thought but they're really testin' me." Doc could hear him reload again. "Holdin' up?"

"S-somehow."

"Good." The forest was quiet now but there was a heavy air of tenseness that he couldn't shake. "Then--oh shit--" Immediately cutting him off was a heavy impact to the door, and Doc recoiled sharply. The sounds of a scuffle, no, more like a fight for life, banged against the side of the camper. He raised his head to try to look, but a strangled order came from Sniper.

"DON'T MOVE!"