"Stick close," Zed mutters, as he leads the way down the hallway.

"No damn cover here at all," he continues. "Asses hanging right out in the open."

You better believe he'll remember this moment at renovation time.

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Of everyone in the room only Captain Richard Ryan has failed to see Suzi move this fast before. Failed to see because She's gone from a standing start to roughly ten times the speed of an Olympic runner at peak in order to do as she's told and get out of the way.

...She's hiding now, 'kay?

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Oracle's already on the floor. She's not entirely sure what's going on, but she does know that she's been tasked with finding a very specific console. So she's still crawling, doing her best to go unnoticed.

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He's not infected. How reassuring. Still, giant high velocity cannons preparing to fire, and Ryan's still in the way. He turns quickly, moving to grab Suzi and pull her aside.

Except she's not there. Dammit, where'd she-? There's no time. He dodges to the side, ducking low. Once out of the line of fire, he manoeuvres himself so he can fire out, meanwhile going over the nearest hiding spots in his head.

He hopes Suzi's in one of them.

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Thank god, but there's no time to do anything but react. He glanced toward Ray as he got out of the way. Rolling, and trying to crouch low with the thrower ready for blasting the oil.
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Didn't have to tell Bill twice. He dropped and dove out of the way, scrambling across the floor for cover.
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Ray isn't looking at all. He's just diving and rolling (thank God he hasn't got the proton pack on!), saber switched off as he flings himself out of the way.

And not a moment too soon, either. The cannons open fire in a Nephranian's heartbeat, tearing into the Oil with mechanical ferocity. The Oil flails, writhing and lunging in every conceivable direction; while some of it manages to dodge or separate before the weapons fire rips into it, most of it is being pummeled to say the very least. There's horrible smells of smoke and burning in the air rising from the wretched stuff, too. This is not a good day to be the Oil.

It's gonna be pissed.
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