Drake opened fire with his Assault Rifle as another Scout burst through the door. Jenkins was down, acid dripping from where his arm should have been. "There's a Spitter out there, sir!" Johnson reported. "Took Jenkins' arm off." He fired as another bug tried to get through the door.

"That bastard'll stay out of the fight unless it sees us," Drake cursed. "Seems like we'll need to take care of it. Volunteers, ladies?"