Wonder Woman sucks and so will Black Panther

I can’t understand the hype for WonderWoman. I simply can’t bring myself to understand how a movie, which shits the bed in the third act, can get so many glowing reviews.

I would give the movie a 6 out of 10 stars at best, and that was only because the first half was so strong. I keep scratching my head, wondering how a movie can be so completely different from the start to the end. It was like the movie was directed by two different directors.

Now I have a feeling I know why it got so many great reviews from critics, but I’ll come back to that later.

Now the first half was strong, it set up the origins of the protagonist beautifully, with the right amount of back story and open ended questions that needed to be asked later. It showcased all the characters and when the group formed, that would help our main character out, they all slotted together, with each character bouncing off the other.

So far so good right?

Yeah, I thought so.

I know a lot of people criticised the main character as annoying or stupid, and that the actress who played the role didn’t give a wide range of emotions, but you have to remember that the protagonist is sort of a child.

She was sheltered from the outside world her whole life, she hasn’t seen the horrors of the world fully, and doesn’t understand that some people can be evil because they are.

Its sort of the rich kid who has been in boarding school their whole life, now trying to make a living in the ghetto.

I thought the actress played it great, to the point of me being annoying at the character. I was annoyed at the character because I was invested, I wanted her to awake up and smell the roses.

No, none of that was a problem for me. What was, was the shit show, which was the ending of the movie.

What. The. Fuck.

The final battle was so cliche filled with terrible CGI, that I didn’t know what was going on half the time. It was just down right…. Bad. Added with 80’s style one liners that made me shake my head, I felt like I was cheated out of my cinema money.

OH, OH!

Also the big reveal that the protagonist was indeed a god was just tossed into conversation, like a jockstrap in a washing hamper.

The only thing that was good about the ending of the story, was that Chris Pine stole the show with his sacrifice.

Now if you look at rotten apples, which has rated this movie so high, you would be lead to believe that this movie is actually good. And it is at some parts, but the reason that this movie is so highly rated on there is that far left liberal film critics, are bending over backwards to praise this movie because it stars a female lead.

The first female lead in a superhero movie.

But they shouldn’t.

Regardless if this movie is starring a female lead, black lead, transgender lead or anything between, it shouldn’t be given special treatment because then you are making a mockery of your own grading system.

If you compare rotten apples reviews to IMDB, where regular movie goers post their comments you would see a night and day difference. IMDB’s rankings for the movie is two stars lower. With many people asking on that site, why hasn’t anyone given an honest review of the movie on rotten apples.

When we allow political opinions, to shade what is good or bad then we are on a downward spiral to mediocrity in our entertainment.

We should be pushing the boundaries. Not catering to any crap because it might align to our agendas.

This is the same reason that Black Panther with the first male black man as a superhero will be shit!

The movie will be a terrible mixture of hip hop video like material, with black people trying to act super fly. It will be cliche filled, and it won’t be real. For some reason, Hollywood can’t make a serious film with people in colour, without it being…. Type casted!

Just once, once in my lifetime, can I get a film where my black lead doesn’t talk with a heavy slang accent or come from the streets. Or is something between.

And I know everyone reading this will be saying, but Black Panther is an African king and blah, blah, blah.

It still will be missing something, something I wish I could describe in words but… I can’t.

It’s why Red Tails should have been a great movie and failed, and its why this one will be the same.

Sigh…

Look, my grandmother had a saying. If you want to do well in any industry and you’re a minority, then you have to surpass the competition till people can’t ignore you.

And I don’t see us getting there, by want Hollywood has been putting out lately.

I may be wrong, I hope I am, but Hollywood hasn’t proved me wrong so far.

Short cuts

In business as well as in life, shortcuts do not amount to what you expect them to be.

I love writing, I wouldn’t want to do anything different, but I also treat it like a business and being a business, I admit a small one, you will get times were people steal from you, double cross you, and lie to you.

That’s part of the game.

It’s not a part that many people talk about. It’s not a part of the game that you hear Tony Robbins or any other motivational speaker approach, but it exists and it is very real. I can see your eyes rolling now as you say, that’s life Dom, deal with it.

And you’re right.

It is.

But it doesn’t make me or anyone else that has been taken advantage of feel any better. But there are lessons to be learnt in every obstacle. There are things to be learnt, and things that can be taken away from any negative experience in business.

Now regards to what happened to me, I wanted a quick fix to getting a lot of sales. I had heard wonderful things about a certain person’s service and I jumped at it with both feet, but as my grandmother always says, if it’s too good to be true, it normally is.

I should have taken a step back, spoken to some people who had used the service, and gotten a better feel of what I was getting myself into.

I didn’t.

So I paid the price.

One thing above all else that I believe, in is that 99.99% of anything that happens in business or life is your fault.

It is as simple as that. I will learn from this mistake grow from it and move on. The only words of warning I can give you, reading this right now, is to take your time when parting with your cash, on promises that seem too good to be true.

Greed tends to place blinders on us all when we can earn something of monetary value.

But then again, we all know that, we just rush to quickly after the carrot before looking what its attached to.

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Revenge: Space Outlaw 3

The first couple of chapters from book three are below. Get it by clicking the links below.

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Chapter 1

Trex peered over his glasses and sighed at the screen. He took a sip from his glass and shook his head. His fingers resumed punching codes and numbers into a floating data pad in front of his face. He scowled once again at the message that the screen displayed.

Bold red letters flashed irritatingly on the screen, mocking his attempts.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and let out a sigh. His fingers flew across the data pad as he tried once more, but the outcome was still the same. The red letters appeared to be bolder this time, louder in their mockery of him.

“Argh! This is getting us nowhere!” Trex shouted in frustration.

His colleagues lifted their heads from behind their screens, spread around the room. A few buried their heads deeper into the work they were trying to do. Screen shots of planets littered the walls of the room along with graphs–some with numbers scrawled across them and others with red crosses slashed through them.

“What do you expect?” asked Bill, who sat next to him.

“I didn’t expect it to be this hard. I mean, the job was simple enough. The job itself is easy. But we can’t do anything if the Council are watching our every step. He does know that, doesn’t he? We weren’t all blessed with a powerful father,” said Trex.

“Trex!” Bill said with a glare.

“Oh, what? Don’t give me that. Everyone in there is thinking the same thing. Everyone knows what a pain he can be. Everyone else is just too cowardly to say it.”

Murmurs swept through the room like the rustling of leaves.

“Oh, shut up! I’m still the head researcher in this facility, and if anyone so much as breathes about what is spoken in this room, I will know it has come from one of you. You think what we do here is dangerous because the Council may find out?” said Trex, his glare sweeping the room. “Just let me to go back to Holger empty-handed and I’ll show you dangerous. What the Council might do will pale in comparison to what he will do to us. To our families–”

“Trex, this won’t help morale–”

“I don’t care if it helps morale or not. All I care about is getting results. Results will allow us to go back to our families. This planet needs to be found. I can’t stall him any longer.” Trex breathed out a heavy sigh as he once again pinched the bridge of his nose. He picked up the papers scattered across his desk and, giving them another passing glance, threw them into the air.

He turned in his chair and took in his colleagues. Each one sat in front of a screen and a data pad similar to his. Everyone who had been turned his way now ducked down behind their monitors, furrowed brows adorning every face.

Trex pushed his horn-rimmed glasses back up the bridge of his nose and found Bill still looking his way. “What?”

“Why do you bother with those ridiculous things on your face? I mean do they even have a function?” Bill asked.

“When I visited the planet known as Earth, people who were vision impaired wore them.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question. Plus, you are not vision impaired. The surgery for corrective eyesight is hardly expensive,” said Bill.

“It’s something called fashion. I know the concept is a hard one for you to–”

A high-pitched wail filled the room and echoed through the surrounding halls. Trex shot up from his chair, knocking it to the floor. Faces turned to him in confusion.

“That’s the security alarm,” said Bill.

“I know very well what it is, you incompetent halfwit. What I want to know is why it is going off. The guards aren’t running another systems drill, are they?”

Bill looked at him and offered a small shrug.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake! Why do I even keep you around?” Trex marched towards the holocom embedded in the wall and said, “What is the meaning of this? We are not scheduled for another security drill any time this month. This won’t do! We are doing important work here! Work that must not be interrupted–”

Three explosions shook the room and knocked everyone off their feet. The overhead lights blinked out and were replaced with the dim glow of the emergency ones. Screens fell off desks and smashed on the floor.

Trex began to make his way to his feet, but he was once again knocked to the ground as another explosion shook the building. His colleagues’ screams of pain and fright bounced from wall to wall.

Trex stayed on his hands and knees and surveyed the room. Blood oozed from a wound on one woman’s scalp. Others tried to stem the bleeding, but even from where he crouched, Trex could see that they were losing the battle.

“Shut up, all of you! This is not a drill,” Trex said, crawling towards his desk on his hands and knees.

“What do you think is happening?” Bill asked.

“As you well know, Bill, I’m not psychic, so I don’t know.”

“Do you think it could be pirates?

“No. All the major players have been paid off, and the ones that haven’t been aren’t big enough to worry about. Plus they wouldn’t dare–they know who this lab belongs to.”

Gunshots could be heard in the distance, hinting at things to come. Screams came from outside the lab, silencing the ones inside it. No one spoke, and everyone looked at each other with wide-eyed stares.

“Trex, what shall we do?” Bill asked.

“I’ll tell you what we won’t do–we won’t panic. That’s what we won’t do. Keep calm, everyone. I mean, I mean… This… This. I’m sure everything is under control. I’m sure that the guards are dealing with the perpetrators as we speak. There is nothing to worry about, absolutely–”

“Trex, I don’t think–”

“Didn’t I tell you not to worry, Bill!” Trex’s head snapped left to right, his eyes darting to the only exit in the room. “Quiet! We mustn’t make a racket. Look, you see, we’ll be alright; the metal shutters are coming down.”

With a jerk and a start, the metal shutters sealed the only entrance and exit to the lab. They met the floor with a final slam that any casket would be proud to make. The windows were covered by metal, and the faint glow from the overhead lights cast long shadows on everyone’s face.

“See, everything is going to be all right. I told you, didn’t I? I told you that all this needless worrying would get you nowhere. We have food and water capsules in here that will last us weeks–till help arrives.”

A knocking came from the metal shutters. It was faint; no one would’ve heard it, if a tortured silence hadn’t been ruling inside the lab.

Heads turned and people glanced at each other in shocked silence. Trex licked his lips, pulling at the collar of his shirt.

The knocking came again; three deliberate taps.

Trex placed his fingers to his lips and crawled backwards, away from the metal shutters. His hands left wet imprints on the stone floor. His back touched a wooden desk behind him, and he yelped in surprise, bringing his hand up to smother the sound.

Three taps rang out for the third time.

“We know you’re in there! Come out, come out!” sang a voice from outside of the metal shutters.

The sound came again.

Everyone held their breath inside the lab, sitting in silence, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for something to come out from the shadows.

“We know you’re in there! Open up! Trust me, if you don’t you’re not going to like what’s about to happen…”

Beating hearts pounded against chests but nobody broke the silence.

“They can’t get in,” mouthed Trex.

The metal shutters shook and rattled but held tight. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief, but it was short lived as the metal exploded inwards. Shrapnel flew in all directions, merely injuring the lucky and killing those closest to the shutters.

Trex held his breath until the smoke cleared and the debris settled to the floor. Coughs could be heard all around him, and he covered his mouth with his hands.

A black male, with a bone earring in one ear, strode through the hole. He stood in the centre of the lab and cast a disappointed gaze over the scene. “All this could have been avoided,” he said, waving a hand at the dead and wounded. “It’s a shame it had to end this way. I would like to say you’re all innocent parties in this, but we know that isn’t true, don’t we? We all know what you’ve been doing here.”

A midnight-blue female walked through the hole, accompanied by a green brute who was all of seven feet tall. They both folded their arms across their chests.

“Now, I will take all the data you’ve researched and gathered for Holger, and you’d better make it fast,” said the black male.

“And why would we do that?” Trex asked.

“Because if you don’t, you have…oh…” He looked at his wrist and gave a shake of his head. “Five minutes before this place blows up. And seeing as we are blocking the only way out of here, I suggest that you start gathering that data.”

“No matter where you go, he will find out who you are. He will come for you,” said Trex.

With a laugh that boomed through the room, the man shook his head and said, “Tell Holger that Phoenix Jones is coming for him.”

Stranded: (Space Outlaw 2) Preview Chapters

The first couple of chapters from book two are below. Get it by clicking the links below.

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Chapter 1

The lights on the bridge had gone out. Sirens wailed and screeched. Red flashing lights highlighted dangers on multiple levels. The eerie red glow they cast over Saoirse’s face didn’t inspire much hope in Phoenix.

“What have we got?” Phoenix shouted over the sirens.

Saoirse’s reply was inaudible.

“What?”

“It doesn’t look good! The engine readings are off the charts. Shields are down–” The words were snatched out of Saoirse’s mouth as the ship launched everyone off their feet. Saoirse wiped blood from her forehead before dragging herself back to the ship’s controls. “Because of the lack of power, we don’t have any shields to protect us from this asteroid field. If we don’t land soon we will be ripped apart!”

“I’m too young to die,” Plowstow cried.

“Can we make it to the planet?” Phoenix asked.

“Make it, yes. Land safely, no,” said Saoirse.

“Fucking wonderful. Just fucking wonderful! I have been on a total of three spaceship rides, and two of them have crash-landed.” Phoenix stabbed a button next to the wall beside him, turning on the ship’s coms. “L, how’s engineering looking?”

Phoenix could feel a ball of tension growing in his stomach as he received nothing but static on the other end of the line.

“L–”

“I heard you the first time!” L’s voice crackled through the system.

“Well…”

“How do you think it’s going? I’m ankle deep in oil and ship coolant. I don’t know how this heap of junk is staying aloft.”

“Well, that’s reassuring,” said Phoenix.

“We’re nearing the planet’s atmosphere. How much time can she give us?” Saoirse asked.

“L, Saoirse wants to know how much time–” Another unseen object slammed against the ship, and Phoenix grabbed the wall to steady himself. “L! Saoirse wants to know how much time we have!”

Static answered Phoenix’s question. He looked over to Saoirse, whose face had paled.

“L!”

“Phoenix…we…are…” The words came scattered through the static, like a flock of pigeons trying to take flight.

“We are what, L?”

“We’re going down,” she said.

* * *

The force of the ship entering the atmosphere threatened to tear off the ship’s outer hull, as well as Phoenix’s own skin. “I can’t believe this shit is happening again!” said Phoenix.

“At least you have a seat this time,” said Saoirse.

“Funny.” Phoenix gripped the armrest of his chair, his fingers digging into the material.

Knuckles turned white. Heads pressed flat against seats.

The ship bucked like a bull at a rodeo, wanting to veer off course. It jerked right to left, left to right, unsure what direction it wanted to head in, trying to find a way out of its misery.

Phoenix gritted his teeth as he felt the force of the Gs pull against his skin. His stomach lurched, threatening to spill its contents from both ends. Smoke billowed from one of the main consoles, and Phoenix brought his foot up to stomp out the small fire.

“Whose idea was it to come here, anyway?” Plowstow asked.

“Saoirse, can you make the landing?” Phoenix asked, ignoring Plowstow.

“I can–” Saoirse jerked the flight controls and the ship made a hard left. Sweat and blood coated her brow. She stared at the viewing panel in front of her. Jaw set firm, she appeared to be having a battle with the ship itself–willing it to stay on course, keeping it there with nothing but sheer willpower and stubbornness. “I can try,” she finally replied.

“We ain’t gonna make–”

“Plowstow! Shut up!”

Phoenix leaned forward in his chair, pressing the button that enabled him to communicate with the whole ship.

“Everyone listen up! This is your captain speaking.”

Saoirse raised one eyebrow as she gave Phoenix a sideways look.

“I always wanted to say that. Anyway… We are going to be landing shortly, on this beautiful home planet of L’s. I want everyone to brace themselves. Make sure all objects are safely secured and tucked away. On behalf of me and my crew, I would like–”

“Phoenix!” Saoirse and Plowstow both yelled.

Phoenix looked toward the viewing screen and his breath was snatched from his lungs. There was nothing but brown as far as the eye could see. It was everywhere–rolling hills and mountains of the stuff.

No other feature dominated the planet so much. There was no green. There was no blue. There was nothing in between. It was just brown.

Phoenix realised something almost too late. The brown mass was getting larger and larger by the second. It was coming at them fast. Too fast.

“Saoirse!”

“Working on it.”

As Saoirse pulled and jerked the controls to and fro, anyone with half an eye could see it was a losing battle. There was nothing she could do.

The ship’s nose pointed downwards, and everyone grabbed hold of whatever they could, beginning to lift from their seats. The descent was too fast, too uncontrollable.

As flames danced along the metal nose the ship twisted and turned, speeding towards the scenery below.

Phoenix could see it coming, and there wasn’t a thing in the world that he could do. “Brown. Shit!”

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My New Series: Breakout (Space Outlaw Book 1) Preview Chapters

My new series is out!

You can grab the first two books now at Amazon or read on for a sample of the first couple of chapters

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Book 2- Stranded-Amazon US/Amazon. UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AUS

Chapter one

The bass from the car speakers threatened to blow a hole through his chest.

He could feel it pounding against his eardrums like war drums readying him for battle.

It put him on edge.

He shouldn’t be.

Not now.

Not right before one of the most important nights of his life.

He had to stay sharp for what he was about to do.

What he needed to do.

For them at least.

“What?” shouted the driver.

“I said turn it down!” said Phoenix.

The driver gave Phoenix a shake of the head as if his passenger were out of his mind and continued on, speakers still bleeding sound.

Reaching across, Phoenix stabbed the off button with more force than he intended. As his finger sank deep into the dashboard, the button remained buried in a permanent off state.

“Bro! Do you know how much this car cost?” the driver demanded.

Phoenix turned to look directly at the driver. Casting a steely gaze his way, he said nothing.

“What?” asked the driver with a shrug.

Still not responding, Phoenix just continued to stare.

The driver kept his gaze straight ahead, refusing to face Phoenix. Mouth twitching from side to side, he began to drum a beat with his fingers along the steering wheel.

“Look, I know it was loud but you didn’t have to break my shit. That’s all I was saying.”

Phoenix allowed a small grunt to escape his lips before he turned to stare out the tinted car window. He watched as the late night London life passed them by.

Drunks shouted in what they thought was English to one another.

Girls in shoes that were too high tried to stay upright as they put the Leaning Tower of Pisa to shame.

Kids sat on street corners eating two-piece chicken and chips, their hoodies shadowing their faces like the cloak of the Grim Reaper.

“You know the plan?”

The driver let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. Sucking his teeth, he replied, “Yeah, man. I know the plan.”

“You don’t sound all that convincing.  I don’t want to spend my time locked up like those other fools you know. Or should I say knew,” said Phoenix

“I know the plan, man.”

Phoenix stared once again through the window. They were nearly there.

Pulling a balaclava over his face, Phoenix secured it so no features could be seen.

As the car slowly rolled to a stop, Phoenix looked across to his partner. He held out his hand, and the heavy weight of a firearm sank into his palm. Wrapping his hands around it he simply nodded the driver’s way.

“Time to get that money.”

* * *

Phoenix kept his head low as he walked through the door of a convenience store, which was located on the corner of the street. Hood pulled over his head, he kept his frame small so he wouldn’t be detected.

Walking low through the aisles of the shop, he knew where the cameras and overhead mirrors were positioned. Phoenix wanted as little evidence of him on record as possible. Making his way towards the front of the store, his head snapped back and forth.

Good. It was empty.

Packets of sweets and fizzy drinks offered to cure him of his hunger and thirst, but he wasn’t interested.

Newspapers and magazines promised to get rid of any boredom that he might have. And if his gaze traveled further up, magazines of a different nature offered to cure him of those lonely nights.

He walked slowly so he could assess the situation. His footsteps trod lightly, until he was at his destination. Facing the shop counter, he waited for his victim to turn.

Standing with his back to him, the shop owner was a portly man no taller than five-eight. His greasy, jet-black hair was slicked back in what he thought was the latest style of the day. But he either didn’t get the right memo or failed to read it properly.

The shop owner turned around and fell backwards, hand clenched to his chest as he looked upon Phoenix in shock. “What do you want?”

“A kiss. What does it look like, fool?” said Phoenix.

“You don’t scare me with your bully act. You do know who I am! Don’t you?”

“I don’t care who you are. Hand it over.”

The shopkeeper blew wind through his lips and gave Phoenix a sad shake of his head. “You’re dead. You know that, don’t you?” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he kept on shaking his head as his shoulders rocked with laughter.

Phoenix let out a heavy sigh and pulled out the handgun buried inside his hoodie. Pointing it forward, he faced the shop owner with deadpan eyes.

“I know who you are, Abdul. I know what sort of game you play. I know this isn’t your first rodeo. But let me inform you of this. You have money that I want. Dirty money. Filthy money. Money that should be burned and never touched again. But right now, that doesn’t matter to me. Right now, I need that filthy cash a lot more than you do. So, hand. It. Over.”

Abdul took a step forward and looked at Phoenix with narrowed eyes. “I know you,” he whispered. “It’s Phoenix, isn’t it?

Slamming the butt of the gun into the bridge of Abdul’s nose, Phoenix heard a satisfying crack as bone broke under metal. Abdul staggered backwards, holding his nose in both hands as he yowled in pain. Abdul tried to blink back the tears that filled his vision, but failed. As he wiped a sleeve across his eyes, the shop owner saw Phoenix still standing there with his hand outstretched.

“I am not going to ask again. Stop being a dickhead and do as I say,” said Phoenix.

“You must be out of your mind! This will only end badly for you. This will only end in your suffering! This will only end.” Getting another pistol-whipping across the face, Abdul was about to collapse to the floor but was only saved by grabbing onto the shop counter.

“From where I’m standing, it looks like the day is only going to end badly for you. And get worse the longer this carries on. Now I don’t want to, but I can start blowing off pieces of you if you would rather I do that. So what’s it going to be?”

Abdul looked at Phoenix with quickly swelling, puffy eyes. Grinding his teeth as if into dust, he debated what he should do.

Phoenix pointed the gun at one of Abdul’s arms. Backing up quickly, Abdul held both hands in front of him. “Okay, okay, okay. Give me a minute.”

“You have less than that and counting.”

Abdul turned his back to Phoenix and pulled down a water painting of himself. Fitted into the wall behind it was a safe. Covering the combination with his hands, he entered in the right code. With an audible click, the safe door slid open, revealing its contents.

Phoenix let out a low whistle and smiled. “Abdul, Abdul, Abdul. Who’s been a busy boy then?”

Taking out one stack of money after another, Abdul placed them on the counter.

“Put it in a bag. I can’t carry all of that by hand, now can I?” snapped Phoenix.

Abdul gave Phoenix a look that could have pinned his soul to the wall. He yanked a plastic bag from behind him and began to stuff it with money.

“Is that everything?” Phoenix asked, looking behind the shopkeeper.

“Yes.”

“You sure, Abdul? I wouldn’t like to think you’re holding out on me.”

Without a reply, Abdul simply stared.

Phoenix gave the shopkeeper a slight nod and turned on his heel, making his way for the exit. His attention snapped to a mirror in the top corner of the shop. What he saw there turned his blood cold. Diving for cover behind a row of shelves, Phoenix tucked and rolled just as the first gunshot went off.

“You think I’m joking! Don’t you? You thought this was going to be easy! Well, you were wrong!” Abdul screamed.

Phoenix pulled a jumbo packet of sweets to one side. Looking through the hole created, he could see Abdul holding a shotgun that looked bigger than him. Tucking himself in so he was a smaller target, Phoenix tried to come up with a plan.

Bang!

As a shop window shattered from friendly fire, Phoenix watched in disbelief as his getaway driver sped off, back wheels burning rubber.

“That…argh…” Phoenix muttered under his breath.

One option down.

Which meant that he had to come up with another one fast.

“Abdul! Lets talk about this like fine gentlemen!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fine! Be that way!”

Phoenix rolled out from his hiding place and fired off a few shots wildly. He didn’t care where they went; he just needed them to give him time. Getting to his feet, he made his way towards the back of the shop and hit the back door with his shoulder. It flew open just as a shot showered food over him. Keeping his head low, Phoenix made his way through one doorway after the next. Shoving boxes out of the way, he heard a door slam open behind him. As he ducked down, a boom went off behind him as bits of mortar showered onto his head.

Phoenix didn’t check if he was hit. He didn’t have time. Pointing the gun behind him, he let off a volley of shots.

Phoenix dove through the last door, where he found himself in an alleyway. Spotting a dumpster resting against the far wall, he ran over to it and wheeled it against the door. It wouldn’t hold for long, but the extra minute it gave him would be enough.

Running towards the end of the alley, Phoenix came across a high, chain-link fence. Ascending it as quickly as possible, he breathed in and out to calm his heart rate down.

“Well, that could have been worse–”

That was when the sound of police sirens filled the very air around him.33