[b][centre][color=c4df9b][h1]The Tech who lifts.[/h1][/color][/centre][/b]

Enzo let the direct action take the lead, he tread softly for a rather heavy human being and he tried at least to move quietly, deliberately and smoothly vs just panicking. He had courage, he would not do this job if he lacked it. Damage control was not a job you did because you saw an ad in the newspaper.

He did his best to master his fears. To control them. 

Tried. Whatever the hell he saw made him pause, glowing eyes, metal, some kind of zombie cyborgs. What..the fuck… this was some kind of bastardised terminator meets resident evil! “got.. 3… cyberombies. Cyber. Augmented humans. Whatever they… deliberate.”He forced himself to report over radio, and report a more accurate wording than an amalgamation of words.too similar to be random, too…wrong to be a mere accident…

The big gun weighed in his hand, if he fired  there would be no sneaking, if he did not, well they might not put the enemy down. He had a mixed “party mix” the Armourer called of buck, slugs and flecette rounds loaded. The security room would not be so intact, but he performed being alive. Sheer damage potential was that this weapon would make anything at least unable to fight even if not dead on the first go around. Harder to fight with an entire limb blasted off. 

Firing on living beings was very different to a target, he was not the stone cold operator, he would probably be having bad sleep after this but he after a delay made a decisive decision. “going hot. Geh zum Teufel” He said and opened fire. The recoil was harsh but he absorbed it and sent a second a third round more accurately to the closest target, the unfamiliar gun meant he had to adjust on the fly to its quirks. 

He would know the effect later, but in the heat of the moment. He just fired. Gotta be alive to know if it messed with your head.