They continued clearing, and it seemed like they were one door away, when Scott waited, hands and arms ready. They were dumb- one man to a room, out of the four. The police were coming, but that didn't matter. There were more than this initial grouping- and it meant that they'd recover Scott Harris one way or another. Yet through the door where Scott stood, that wasn't going to happen. The man burst in, AK pointed high as he yelled, before Scott then burst forwards. He had learned Krav Maga as a part of his training- close quarters combat in a situation like this. He kicked the man with a low hit in the tendon, grabbing the AKM as he brought him down with an effective collapse and a significant punch to the temple. That had put the man on the floor and the barrel away from the both of them, but the trigger in Scott's hand, as he tried to resist, but it was not in time. He cocked the rifle, pointing it, as he tried to stand. He had no option. He fired, the AK putting a round in his head as the others realized something was off. He dropped to the floor, leaning the AK on his knee, moving close to the dead man. The other searcher walked in, seeing bodies.

One was Scott ,and he was alive, more than capable of doing serious damage, now he was armed. The AK had maybe half a mag left, but from his position, wrapped around the trigger, it was an easy shot. Three rounds punctured the man's torso, as Scott got up, hearing the men from the lobby move.
"Alexis...you need to follow me- stay behind something. I don't know what's going on, all I know is that they want me, I don't know how or why but they'll kill anyone in this hospital to get to you." He said, giving her a hand as he covered the door, then moving up once she was on her two feet. The leader of the men fired on the corridor, yelling, as Scott smirked, aware that wasn't going to do a lot. Bullets rang over him, as he then peeked out, and fired back, shooting the man in the arm and abdomen, putting him to the floor and incapacitating, but not disabling him entirely. He threw the AK down, picking up another one from the man he'd killed from his position on the floor, and found a Makarov PM in the man's back pocket.
"Take this. That trigger fires a round, you have eight to shoot with and one that is in the chamber already. Make them count- if you see someone with a gun, that isn't me, shoot them." He said coldly and rather authoritatively, moving towards the other side of the corridor, watching and looking as he knew that they had to get out.