Argus Fletch
As some unseen force smashed against the door repeatedly, Argus knew this was going to get ugly. The door was actually bending towards them. Nothing was that strong, it was impossible, there was no way that door could bend like that. Then it was smashed off its hinges, crushing several security guards in the process. But then some thing stepped through the door. "What the hell..." Argus muttered under his breath. Nobody moved, no one knew how to react to this dark warrior. It spouted off some sort of judgement about the shocktrooper Erick Vance before impaling him with its arm and throwing all two tons of shocktrooper and crushing another group of guards. That was when Argus knew the situation was way past ugly. As people started shooting, the creature seeming unconcerned by the shots, a mass of black cloaked flying things that matched what he had always thought wraiths would look like came flooding through the door. The bullets seemed to work on the wraith things, but they just kept coming and coming. Yea, this situation passed ugly way back, they were square in the middle of fuckville now. The way everyone had backed off from the door, they were blocking him from even taking a shot at these things, not that it mattered, two clips wouldn't quell the tide here. Everything about this situation was untenable, time to fall back. He made sure he wasn't in the line of fire and took off from the doorway, heading towards the cell block area. He saw a number of soldiers ahead of him, they needed to fall back and set up a more solid defensive perimeter. He heard Lieutenant Colonel Jamie order the cells opened and to prepare for evacuation. Prisoners started trickling out into the hallway, and Argus started beating his way through them. This was not good at all. Time to meet up with the LC and get defenses set up.