As soon as the first casing from Caseys rifle clinked against the floor, browning was up, sprinting towards the doorway, his armour assisting, pushing him on. Roughly half way, he dropped, skidding behind a car and laying down a line of suppressing fire himself, before joining her at the doorway. He kicked the door in, his boot causing it to fly off its hinges and into the room a few metres. He quickly scanned, looking around with his SMG before calling across the comm channel

[color=00a651]Clear[/color]

He kept an eye on the stairway, waiting for Casey to move up