Royce and Dawson went about planting explosive charges on all the equipment they found and burning any relevant paperwork they came across. They entered the hall outside the last room they had to cover, sealed the door behind them, and blew the charges. A small rumble was all that they heard. Dawson grinned at Royce. "There. Easy as pie." he said in a thick, southern accent. Royce smiled back at him. "Now, lets go see if we can meet up with the rest of the crew." They had been ordered to maintain radio silence for this mission so they began searching the hallways for the rest of the team. Eventually the came across a long hallway that was splattered with blood. Finn was lying on the ground, face down, in the center of the hallway. Royce went over to treat Finn, when a group of Chimaera appeared around the corner of the opposite end of the hallway and opened fire.
Dawson deployed the shield on his HVAP Wraith before any of the shots could hit him or the others. Royce began dragging Finn back as Dawson opened fire on the Chimaera. The Minigun was relentless and scores of them fell, but they kept coming in a steady stream. "Get out of here!" he shouted, before his shield couldn't withstand the withering fire any longer and he was cut down by the Chimaera fire. Royce was still too far from safety, he wouldn't make it, not while dragging Finn. He dropped the man and dashed around the corner. He took hold of his Folsom and loaded the 40mm grenade launcher. When the Chimera came around the corner he fired and that section of the hallway collapsed, sealing them off. He started to run when he heard Finn cry out behind the rubble. He forced himself to run down the hallways, not knowing where he was going.