Stokes had his barrel trained on the shadow as soon as he turned and clocked what had occurred. He waited for it to reveal itself. But Sam did not. His visor hid his weary look as he watched the Coordinator fumble with her weapon. He looked back at the intern and seriously considered simply blowing her shit smooth off. Had the concealment team not been there he definitely would have. But he restrained himself; thinking that some of them would find his heavy handed approach to be distasteful. 

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He lowered his weapon and listened to Sam's pitiful excuse as he moved towards the doctor. At least he didn't have to do the talking. Instead he grabbed Soraya's flailing wrist and providing her a calm lifeline. "Get up Mansour. You're okay." Waiting a moment for her to realise what was happening he helped lift her back to her feet when she was ready. He considered trying to check her for injuries but before he could make a fuss of her his attention was drawn by a loud crashing and a woman shouting in one of the nearby rooms. He also heard the faint pop of explosives somewhere far below him. He decided it would be most useful for him to watch the office's entrance like a hawk. He swiftly stowed his sidearm and shouldered his MP7.