"Hold off on any firing until we're sure nobody's in the way." Alex slips his helmet back on as they run in the direction of the screaming.
Which really is the one thing he wishes he could change about his life. That he's always running towards screaming.
A badge-swipe later, and they enter a room, where a number of scientists are up on tables, hurling whatever spare equipment isn't bolted down at a collie-sized creature with a greyish carapace as it skitters about the lab.
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