"Now what in the sam-hell is tha-?" Hannibal's hands snapped up, his laser rifle resting easy in them. The motion was smooth, practiced, a stark contrast to the cacophony of sounds that had just blown his way on the wind. Shooting. Alarms. Screaming. Like someone had just opened some sorta damn war-in-a-box and added some psycho to the whole thing for flavor. 

The sorta thing the phrase 'murder orgy' was invented for.

"Right." He growled. Someone had just opened *something* that sorta skirmish didn't just...start...at that kind tempo. Slowly, the soldier edged forwards, towards the source of that brief bout of violent noise. "Execute protocol 2542." He muttered to his mechanical companion, who beeped in response and then zoomed forwards.

Recon was the key to warfare, after all. And he didn't fancy going in blind.