Gun

The door banged open. I rushed forward, hooking right, rife coming up, SAFE off, rear sight coming up to my right eye, as the breechman cleared the door. The courtyard walls were thick. Very thick. I was going to have to take three, maybe four, steps in before I could clear the  walKIDSKIDSKIDS! FUCKING KIDS EVERYWHERE! Clogging the door and jamming me up. I could feel the weight of my fire team pushing against me. One mag from an AK and we were all done.
Just as suddenly they were gone as a military aged male slid to a stop in the door. He bent at the waist, raigained his balance, and began to straighten up, as a Glock pistol tumbled from his waist band, the world suddenly gearing down into slow motion as I watched the pistol fall.  As soon as it hit the ground I was back to real time. "GUN!"  I bellowed. Finger on the trigger, muzzle inches from his face, as I looked in his eyes.