He saw them, perhaps three or four enemy troopers, advancing towards him, but he could not afford to stand and shoot. Bent double, he weaved left and right, making himself as small a target as possible. He dare not stop. Behind him, Lester worked the Luttich as best he could, but nowhere near as fast as Cole would have wished. It was clear that the Captain, due to his wounded hand, was struggling, but there was no other choice to make. If they remained behind the rock, those flanking them would have had an easy time of shooting them dead. So, Cole ran, and as he did so, he became aware that the Luttich was no longer giving him cover.
When the bullets started flying around him, he dived for cover, thinking that Lester must have either run out of bullets or had been shot himself. Either way
