Delving deeper into the facility, they found themselves lost quickly and entering a large and strange storage room. Retracing their steps was possible, but most shouting they heard was from behind them and within minutes, an extremely loud and annoying alarm was sounded accompanied by red lights streaming across the walls and themselves in a revolving pattern. Saxon enlarged himself by puffing up his chest and shoulders to appear more menacing, and growled as if that would halt the alarm. 

"Uh oh" was all Neil really had to say on the subject, but it proved apt when the sliding door to the storage bay area they found themselves in opened up and four armed paramilitary soldiers hustled in, rifles leading. Neil let off a few potshots, but even someone as accurate as him didn't have time to get a good bead on them before they opened fire in an orderly line. Standard formation had the front two kneeling and aiming down their sights while the back two hipfired to suppress anyone who remained firing back. 

Saxon raised his armored arm and kept his face protected, but the small arms fire punctured his rough skin through the gaps in his armor. It would take far more to bring him down, but it was clearly painful. With his offhand, he hefted his fletchlette ripper and sent two cases at the direction of the doorway. At this range it had almost no accuracy to speak of, but one of the men was hit in their chest armor by a piece of shrapnel, and a man in the back was struck in his visor, making him cry out and halt firing.

Undaunted, Junebug stood in a central walkway and fired her submachine gun as the rest continued their volley, clipping one of the men in the leg and sending him down in pain, just before Neil grabbed her and yanked her into cover with him. "Hey," he snapped. "I'm supposed to be the suicidal one!" 

"Then [i]be[/i] the suicidal one and cause a distraction so I can take them down," She said. He opened his mouth to answer, then realized he had no real retort. "You see, this is why we work well together." He said. There was that maniacal grin of his as he raised his revolver. In short order, Neil left cover and rained down a hailstorm of bullets on the men, knocking one in the chest and killing the one fixing his visor. 

It was Junebug's turn to take out the others, but behind them another door opened. Heavy footfalls accompanied the noise, and they knew they were about to be surrounded. It looked like it was time for Neil to take out his battle carbine. He didn't go back into hiding with Junebug though, instead continuing his course behind another stack of equipment crates, reloading his revolver just in case. 

Neil looked at the symbols on the crates, and noticed they were either radioactive or carbonite cooled as if there was a huge amount of food in them to preserve. It was probably for the beasts.