The four advance guards were awoken to the sound of banging on the outside door, fearing the worst they equipped themselves in full riot gear. Dutch raised a brow to the rest of the crew, they all shrugged at him. None of them really saw this as a genuine threat, but they were the only ones awake and they were obligated to check. Lest they make the mistake of being too unwary and getting someone killed. So they armed themselves with longswords and assault rifles, once they were fully dressed they charged the door. 

Outside, however, was not just a zombified machine. No, there was a small man fearful for his own life. The strange man was screaming at the top of his lungs. With good reason they soon noticed, behind him was a small group of the metallic monstrosities. They were dead set on capturing him. Had the guards not shown up he would have died. 

Magdeline pointed at the pack and raised her gun up to her eye, looking down the sights at their heads. "Fire!" She shouted, the other three followed suit and unleashed a hail of lead upon the machines. It took a good bit of fire and two clips per guard but the robots were all felled in respectable time. 

After felling the robots Arnold walked over to them and kicked at them with his front legs, testing to see if they're dead. Which unsurprisingly, they were very much dead. While he was checking the metal corpses Dutch approached the newcomer and poked his finger into his chest. "You, give me your name."