With a smalkl sigh let out Willaims catched the plates. And then to Flynn's amusement he falls on the ground. "These are heavy as FUCK! Man next time tell me!" With that, Willaims flicks a button on his helmets. With a strong buzz, power runs through his armor, and he stands up. With some sweaing he picks up the plates and follows Flynn out the room. They once again reach the empty hallways. Only the buzzing of his armor could be heard.  The two man continue as silent aas possible, tho now they have some extra weight to carry. Willaims readies his pistol in one hand and holds the plates in the other. With small and careful steps he looks at Flynn going in front. He sees a door ripped open, and only the frames still in their place, the rest is nowhere to be found. He looks around and finds nothing. According to his map, they reached an airlock. What is left of it. "Flynn! I think we need something bigger than our weapons to bring this ... thing down. I don't want to end up like this door!" With a small amount of panick in his voice, he continues to follow Flynn, now even more careful.