<P>Dominic realized that his hands were boiling. And his legs. And his face...
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<P>He woke up.
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<P>He didn't know how long he was unconscious. It could have been seconds. It could have been hours. He was standing now. He didn't remember standing up.
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<P>Dominic was then fully impacted by the duty that had been assigned to him, by his objective that he did not currently pursue, by the sudden alarming weight of others depending on his actions. Everything became very clear then, and he lost all thought. He acted.
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<P>Glass broke beneath his feet. He came crashing down through the glass panel on the roof. He landed in the control room. In the midst of five armed men. They all looked at him in the same instant.
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<P>There was a defining silent moment. And each of them knew what was about to befall them.
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<P>Death came down around Dominic like he had never experienced it before. Hot metal pierced his flesh. He was being shot. He did not feel pain. He grappled one man... Threw him through the window... He heard the faint crushing of bone seconds later...
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<P>He was upon another... A gun was pointed to the man's brow... Dominic's gun, being held by Dominic's hand... It fired... Blood sprayed...
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<P>Bodies fell around him. The room was devoid of life then. Only he stood in it.
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<P>A button gleamed in the corner of his eye. Immediately he knew its function. He pushed it. Through the window he could see the great door of the hangar open... And two small figures slip in...