I got six coming down the north hall and three heavies coming down the east. Someone just put a call in for 'the new suit' so watch your ass.

[ Mid range combat- not his favorite but nothing he can't swing. D's got trackers and markers set up on his blind side- Vulpes picks his cover and swings up to start picking them off. Shoulder, torso, headshot.

Click, click, click, just like in the training sims. Nevermind the blood spatter behind them, never mind how much he'd wanted to not be in this position again. It is what it is and it's them or him and it sure as fuck isn't going to be him. ]

Four on the north, the heavies are still advancing. Looking for alternate route.