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  Maxi tailed behind Grayson and the gang, his power shooting probabilities through his mind. What was safe, what wasn’t, and so on. After a while of it it was giving him a little bit of a headache, but it was nothing he couldn’t manage. He stopped when Grayson turned the corner to find Amy - something about this choice rose his fatality chance up. Was the girl a decoy? Was there a bomb? He was hesitant to enter the hallway after his senses told him something about making that choice was less safe than another choice, but going against a command for seemingly no reason would be suspicious. He followed into the hall only after a second of hesitation, unfortunately watching his chance of dying rise. 

  He inspected the hall as Grayson spoke with the injured crewmember, trying to see what about this choice was dangerous. A clear hall, didn’t look like there were any traps, and it didn’t look like the girl was a threat. He passively checked his helmet and chestplate, making sure they were fine and in working condition. “Yeah, I can check you over. Anything hurt?” he asked, though he seemed a little distracted trying to figure out what would, or could, happen in this hall. It was a relief to hear from Grayson that they were moving on from the hallway, but that relief was very short sighted. Footsteps. Not friendly footsteps, from behind them. Maxi was slightly relieved to learn the source of the danger in the hallway, and also terrified to be facing it. 

  A shout and command to open fire came from behind, and Maxi knew there wasn’t anywhere to hide in the hall. Not much he could do in a shootout of this caliber, either. With that in mind he got to the ground, holding his medical cube in front of his head in hopes that if a shot came his way his bot would take it for him. He felt a blast graze the air above him, and he tensed up in fear. His more armored areas could survive a blast or two, but a hit overall would end up horrible either way. Oh boy oh boy PLEASE luck favor him!