"Fine," gasped Shelton. "Just fine!"
He crawled forward, choking on smoke as he hugged the wall, trying to avoid the live wires dancing behind him.
The smoke cleared for an instant, and he realized he was on the wrong side of the room: the others were firing from the far wall, and he was barely ten feet away from the terrorists!
He collapsed, and crossed himself for the first time in his life, when suddenly the window above him shattered, and a four-man squad of military troopers rappelled into the room. They instantly took up positions around Shelton.
"Come on, men!" yelled the leader, brandishing an Elite 1A. "Let's show these Tangos who's boss!"
(OOC: I'm intending this to be our military back-up; they only sent one team because Shelton didn't specify the nature of the emergency. But we can change this fact if need be. Serris, if you had other plans for the military back-up we can always just call for more.)