[i]So far so good. At least one survivor.[/i] Leo smiled warmly at the figure who was peeking at him from the heights. No doubt probably scared out of her wits right now. Who wouldn't? Hell, even he, with all the training he had received, would've been at least stunned when someone turned the whole club in a warzone without prior warning.

"A good samaritan. Call me Leo." Ramirez answered back. "I'm here to provide an escape route and- hold on." His gaze darted to one side, as he seemed to notice something.

"Shit! Gonna strangle the intel guy." He added as he disappeared from the hole... and reemerged from a nearby trapdoor. "Huh, so the breach wasn't needed. Good to know. I must be looking like an idiot now." He stood tall as he dragged the duffel bag, breathing deeply, opening the contents of his portable armory. Knife, assault rifle, some grenades.

"By the way, exit is to the left in the sewers. Then find the marked exit. It's the one AFTER the marked exit. It'll lead you behind the New Order's killzone perimeter." The large man mumbled. "I need a name for this..."

"Ah, Operation Stamford Viking. Will do." He added, finally loading the magazine in the rifle with a sharp click. "So uh... yeah, you people, kinda run. I'm going to keep these New Order folks busy so more survivors can crawl out of this deathtrap."

[i]Jesus Christ, I am really talkative today. Why do I sound this stupid? Maybe I'm nervous... anyway, focus, Leo. It's time to be a shining knight and don't end with a bullet in your skull for your troubles.[/i]