Syrus listened and was almost hurt by the thought of missing out on some action. "That is a real good point. But the question is, is where we want to go through the door. If they're pounding on it, and they're hostile, wouldn't that mean someone is most likely on the other side, possibly the one signing our paychecks?" Syrus said in return. He had gotten past the initial reflex stage, and remembered one among them now had a broken shoulder.
Syrus had been shot, burnt, blasted, blown up, and broken before, more often than not two or more at the same time. But with a few people shooting, and the fact that his old school revolver was heavy enough to put away even the biggest aggressive drunk with a single pistol whip, Syrus had already calculated the odds of the fight. The way he saw it, the team had about a ninty percent chance of success against two hostile creatures. The last ten percent was for something unlikely, like more showing up.
Syrus wanted to know if his new friend was on the other side. Was this what the kid had meant by being able to handle himself? Syrus didn't have the slightest idea, but either way, the creatures weren't pounding on the door for no reason, and if they were, well, it would only be a few rounds wasted, and Syrus had enough ammunition to take out a space marine platoon. He smiled at the thought that his chosen weapon's ammo was so small, yet so deadly.
