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Pulling the slide of his gun back just enough to check the chambered round Archimedes stepped to the right of Urkwia. It was incredible that there was so much of the this world that was set up as the most elaborate of traps. Deadly and beautiful all at once. The grid ground gave way to a soft loam under his combat boots. This was his world now, where steel and concrete gave way to kill corridors and tight spaces. There was an immediate veto of the splitting up which seemed like a decent plan given the nature of the collision. 
 
Letting Urkwia lead into the building first Archimedes peeled right snapping his gun up in a weber stance to minimize his profile. Without some sort of body armor it was less ideal to adopt the traditional law enforcement stance for clearing. That was unless one felt like taking a projectile center mass. Boxes of papers on the ground impeded movement within the building. Office space reminiscent. Even the off white walls and the dingee panel lighting seemed to suggest one could easily slave away one's adult life here at a computer battling the mounting piles of paper. It was really a fascinating experience he had been lead to understand. One he vehemently hoped to avoid and had managed to do so. At the cost of any sort of normal social life. 
 
“Clear.”
 
Archimedes assumed that Urkwia would take in the center of the room and let Maverick sweep left. It was a wider sweep and would mean that if there were impacts to soak up he would do it for the less well defended members of the team. As if on cue he turned back to Urkwia just in time to see the beginning of a construct stand up off the floor. Moving with practiced precision Archimedes open fired moving forward as he emptied the clip into the construct. If he could fell it before it was fully formed it would mean he could press the attack into anything else.
 
Brick work sprayed from the thing that had assembled itself from the floor as hot lead ate through its right arm, left leg at the torso before two shots chewed into its ‘head’ spraying concrete. Without flinching Archimedes booted it backward. Without a second's hesitation he swapped out magazines and put another half a clip into the creature from point blank. 
 
Whirling he let loose with a series of shots into the mass of creatures as they assembled themselves. Working like a well oiled machine Archimedes put bullets into the mass of creatures as he slowly and deliberately backed away from them. 
 
“That's a whole lot of contacts. We should consider moving, I don’t have anything that spreads enough to deal with them in mass. Stairwell perhaps?” 
 
Backing towards his co workers Archimedes dropped the pretense of actually swapping his spent magazines and simply let them fall to the floor. Perks of the gear meant that he didn’t need to worry about running out of ammunition so there was no reason to retain the spent magazines like there might be in the real world. It was just good training. 
“What’s our move fearless leader?” It was a joke but it was also a serious question. Focusing his fire on the right side of the group Archimedes assumed that Maverick wouldn’t walk into his field of fire. It left the left field for Maverick to rampage.