"Yea, yea, yea!" Williams shouts as he ducks behind cover as well, armor plates on his armor's abdomen sliding into place. "Flynn why are you so good at making people angry?" He asked the joking question, firing blindly above his cover with the rifle. "Damnit I already hate this guy."

As gunfire lights up the room, Williams puts his gun down and grabs a pair of nades from his belt. "Hey Flynn, catch!" He says, throwing one of them over to his partner. He places his thumb on the detonator, the small device arming itself. He peeks his head out slightly, only to pull it back in time to avoid a nasty shot. "Hey Fatty, how about you plug your jap with this?" Williams tosses the grenade over the cover and into the room with the pirates. With his and Flynn's grenade, there shouldn't be much left of them soon.