Kaiden hit the plating of the wall hard, somehow keeping his sub-machine gun somewhat level. He clicked off the safety and grit his teeth, giving a burst of fire that would have hit the man had he remained stationary. The warrant officer had seemed more pissed than afraid, but that didn't mean the fear wasn't there. He ducked behind a doorway on the opposite end of the hallway, Kaiden hot in pursuit. Instead of turning the corner and firing, however, Kaiden leaped past the door as accompanying gunshots rang out from the doorway, before the tell-take 'click' of an empty magazine. The newly promoted captain took no time to himself, pivoting back and springing into the doorway as the warrant officer hastily tried to reload. 

"Drop it!" Kaiden ordered, gun trained on the man. He looked disheveled and angry, and unfortunately beyond reason. He froze for a fraction of a second before continuing his reload. Kaiden let out a breath as he pulled the trigger, punching three bullets into the warrant officer's chest. The blood slapped the floor moments before the body hit it, and Kaiden shook his head wondering what the point was. He admired the man for doing his duty, but it was going to be in vain regardless. The captain approached the gun the fellow had carried, recognizing it as an old L106A1. Good gun, but little ammo capacity. 

"Sir!" Sabatine said when she rounded the corner, her eyes and gun scanning the room for any potential threats. Kaiden didn't acknowledge her presence for a few seconds, realizing the man he just killed was the first direct ground casualty of what was to be a system's spanning war, barring the naval deaths. 

"When it's just us, you can call me Kaiden, Sabbie." He said, suddenly tired. The man took a deep breath for a moment. He knew his fatigue could be heard in his voice, but when he turned around he was as charming as always, his striking eyes still full of luster behind the bland helmet, an amused, almost wry smile on his face. "After all, you've called me far worse. Now, help me with this crowbar..." 

He shoulders his weapon and bent down, his subordinate kneeling to help him with her weight as the two of them gripped the handle of the crowbar and pushed with all their strength. The metal screeched, the two of them making short work opening it up. Once it was three feet off the ground, the door opened automatically, sliding up on its own accord. They checked their twelve and their six, and then walked in to gather the intelligence.