Siberys telekenetically lifted up Werner's stretcher, then grabbed one side. "Shelton!" he called, sliding the stretcher across open fire to him.
Shelton dragged Werner's stretcher behind the extension, though now neither of them were very covered.
Siberys rolled over, re-grabbing one side. "Let's go," he said.
The two made a run for the hatch, as the terrorists spilled out of the doorway onto the roof. Recovering quickly, the terrorists pivoted their weapons, refocusing on the three men.
Suddenly, from their other side, an auto turret rose out of the roof, and also pointed at them. It fired an energy bolt.
"Sorry, Werner!" Syberis dropped his end of the stretcher, and used his power to push the shot away from them. It crashed into the ground, causing a discharge that knocked Siberys to the ground and sent Shelton skidding into and down the hatch.
Syberis went sprawling, coming to a stop fifteen meters away from the others. With sniper fire from above, rifle fire from his left, and auto turret fire to his right, he focused instead on Werner, pushing his stretcher over to the hatch, to safety.
Shelton and the Iguana guard hauled Werner down. "Werner, are you okay?" panted Shelton. "Where's Siberys?"