Instinct has a habit of taking over as soon as shit hits the fan.

Collin had slammed his body into the floor before Hobbes body even hit the ground. Bullets started cracking through the walls and the now shattered window, peppering the furniture and busting the scattered beer bottles and empty glasses. He heard the cries of Yancy struggling to keep Hobbes alive, though from his prone position Collin could already see the blood pooling under the British mans body. 

[color=00a651][i][i]Fuck man, you better pull yourself together..[/i][/i][/color]

Unarmed, and caught flatfooted, Collin knew he was at a disadvantage. They all were, as the only one currently armed at this point was Packard, who was hefting a rifle too large to maneuver easily in the confined space of the apartment. Kennedy dashed off upstairs, and Collin gritted his teeth as more glass cascaded down on his head and back. He needed to do something fast or they were all going to get smoked. 

He vaguely heard a feminine voice, and he glanced up and saw Martin pointing at him and Packard and telling them to go upstairs and take out the shooters from the roof. Collin rolled his eyes. [color=00a651][i]Great idea…let me just shoot mind bullets at them…[/i][/color]

His green eyes fell on the trunk, and he started crawling on his stomach towards the open box. He dragged himself up slightly, reaching his hand inside and grabbing the first thing that he could wrap his fingers around and hefting it out with the rasp of metal against plastic. Flipping onto his back, Collin laid the weapon across his chest and looked down to inspect his prize.

[color=00a651][i]Oh yeah…this’ll do just fine.[/i][/color]

He had grabbed an 8-gauge pump action Avenger shot gun. This one in particular had a barrel shortened to just past the fore-grip, with a birds-head style grip instead of a full stock. As he pulled the weapon out he checked the chamber, and saw Kennedy running back down stairs with…what the fuck was that? It looked like the door of an armored car. Kennedy braced himself in front of the window, the concentrated firepower pausing as the bullets started to impact the metal shield with loud [i]*ping* [/i]sounds. Taking advantage of the respite, Collin pushed himself up to his feet and ran up next to Kennedy, bracing his shoulder against the side of the shield, his back to the man holding it. He glanced over at Martin, who now stood over Yancy and Hobbes and gave orders to a few other people. 

[color=00a651][b]“Sorry lady, sneaking and peeking isn’t really my style,”[/b][/color] he said with a sarcastic smile as he pushed the barrel of his shotgun out around the edge of Kennedys barrier, and pulled the trigger. The gun boomed like a cannon and kicked in his hand like a pissed off mule. Collin fired blindly two more times, not caring if he hit anything. He peeked his eyes around the shield, looking for targets, but the street lights were so dim his eyes were having a hard time adjusting. The sudden pop and wizz of bullets bouncing off the shield near his face made him jerk his head back around and fire again.

[color=00a651][b]“Fuck! I can’t see shit out there. We need to get out of this house now!”[/b][/color] He barked, digging into the box at his feet and stuffing handfuls of shells into his jacket pockets.