Too close to run. Too far to save. Compromise, Joe, compromise.

[b]Joe:[/b] "GUARD! HAUL YOUR ASS! TOSS ANY WEIGHT! DIVE WHEN YOU COME AROUND THE CORNER!"

Joe goes to the opposite end of the hallway, dropping the pistol and unslinging the rifle, dropping into a firing position and checking how much charge the rifle's got. Doesn't matter. Out of time. Let the training take control. Just like the simulations, just like the field, just another tally. He steels himself and prepares to gun down this nightmare, this creature.