[lynksys]

Tango cooly returned fire towards Black 2, 3, and 4 firing in short, controlled bursts followed by a shell from the 8 gauge shotgun undermount. The benefit of having two weapons in one was that there was no pause needed. Simply reload one while firing with the other. Of course it would be nice if he hit any of them with the 7.62 mm AP rounds from the rifle or nailed a limb with the buckshot, but that wasn't very likely in these conditions. Whenever bullets ventured too close for his comfort, he'd shift positions of pop into cover for a bit. Whiskey let out two 3 round bursts from her Battle Rifle as soon as she saw Black 1 break from cover to shoot at Stolt. Stolt felt something graze the armored plating on his side, but he knew he'd be fine. He didn't bother to return fire to Black 1, or even look at the ODST. He knew his teammates would stick to their jobs and take care of the problem for him. Stolt raised his rifle towards Black 5 when he got in range and squeezed the trigger to the shotgun of his Master Key. Had it been any regular person on the business end, they would have been blown apart from the 8 gauge shell. But not this one. This person was faster than a regular human. Too fast. Just as the round went off, Black 5 cleared the barrel and had already pushed Stolt into the computer station. Stolt acted out of muscle memory. Quickly, he shrimped himself, raising his knees to his chest and pushing out, boots impacting against Black 5's chest. As Black 5 lost his position and no longer had Foxtrot against the computer station, gravity pulled Stolt down. Quickly, he rolled out of the way and started to pump another shell into the chamber.