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Maxim fell into formation, listening to Kline. He took steady, calm shots, making sure his rounds hit their mark. This reminds me of my Spetsnaz days. Maxim almost laughed at the thought. He shook his head, forgetting the distraction. He had some killing to do. No matter how many zombies he brought down, there were still more to replace them. They had to get to the vehicles, now. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He put the keys in his mouth. When he got to the motorcycle, he would need to start it fast. He just hoped he would make it to the motorcycle.