Behzad Salehi's Story

Thomas, in all honesty, was panicking. He completely had forgotten what Roland had told him to do, or if he even had told him to do anything at all. He takes a couple deep breaths, and stops, closing his eyes for a few seconds, momentarily forgetting he's in the middle of a hallway until he's shoved into a wall by some rebels running through, which doesn't do much to help his anxiety.

It takes him a minute or two, but he reigns in his raw fear. He reasons with himself, trying to put everything into perspective. This is what he knows.
1. The Aschen are coming, and soon.
2. The Aschen may not know where they are now, but they likely will soon.
3. Once the Aschen do find them, there will likely be conflict.
4. Once the conflict starts, they will either be destroyed by aerial attack, or attacked by ground forces. Either way, they don't have much chance to win. And if they do, there will just be more Aschen.

This is what he gathers from this.
He needs a gun, and if not given one, he needs to start helping in this hellish, chaotic rush.

He starts running down the halls, heading slightly deeper into the converted base, towards the armory. He gets there pretty quickly, and there's a small swarm of people grabbing gear and weapons. He grabs a gun from a guy that's handing them out, a ridiculously old and simple but effective model firearm called a STEN gun. He grabs a vest, not armored, but padded and capable of holding a couple magazines and some other gear. He grabs three magazines for the STEN gun, and the rest are quickly taken by others.
Then he runs back to Roland, wishing to ask for some sort of direction in this hectic mess.