"Damn," Drake growled. "Johnson, Hunter, Jenkins, stay here and watch our six while we clear the upstairs." The two Smart Gunners, as well as a Private armed with a submachine gun. He flicked his wrist forward, and another pair of Privates moved up the stairs with guns ready. He turned to Varia. "May want to lose the sniper, Private. Not much good in a close-quarters fight with a Xeno."

He readied his underbarrel shotgun and went up the stairs.