Mongoose returned fire in the direction of the opposing guards, but mainly missed since he wouldnt stick a square inch of him out from under cover.
"Mongoose, come on! We're moving out!" Masters said.
Mongoose wasted no time in evacuating the firefight. Masters brought up the rear.
"Right, so now we're on the run, with guards still behind us, and undoubtedly more guards ahead of us. Could this get any worse?"
"Yeah, we could have half of our team missing. Oh wait..." Crota shot back acidly.
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"Great..." Shelton muttered to himself. Now the guards on the inside were trying to radio out. Now he has to divide his attention and stonewall two groups at once. <ROSS, admin's gonna see me any minute, and when he does-->
<Admin sees you,> ROSS reported. <About to extrapolate your computer's MAC address and lock you out.>
Shelton quickly got on that. <I've officially given them all the time I can. ROSS, the turrets.>
ROSS activated the autoturrets on James' floor. Immediately, the guards attempting to break into the floor, the guards chasing James' team, and the guards just outside Famine's office took heavy casualties for five seconds before the turrets shut back off.
<They know,> Shelton contacted his teammates with thought chips. <Once you've dealt with Famine, know that the rest of the base will be on alert. For now, they won't be able to interfere with your floor, however. Also let me know once you're in Famine's lab, I can reactivate the turrets and make sure nobody else bothers you.>
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Zenarchis recieved a call. "Sir, something's happening on the lowest laboratory level! We can't make contact!"
"Keep me updated on the situation," Zenarchis replied. He turned to Kerzach. "Let's make our way to the airfield, just in case."