Gallan nodded at Raz's signal. He stayed put, watching her only out of the corner of his eye while keeping his focus on the corridor ahead. He didn't want any interruption, especially now that they'd regained the element of surprise. The alarm was still sounding overhead, which began to wear on Gallan's nerves. He whispered into his gauntlet's communicator, while five bodies hit the floor of the chamber Raz had approached.<br/><br/>"Enoch, mass EMP," on the small holographic screen above  the back of Gallan's hand glowed a green checkmark in response. It was then replaced by a loading bar which read<span style="font-style: italic">Prepping EMP</span>. At twenty percent Raz was walking back toward him. "You've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve, huh AH," she had grabbed his arm, rather roughly given her strength. It's not that it did so much as bother Gallan, but he wasn't expecting it. He noticed this wasn't exactly a preventative action. If she had simply wanted to make sure he didn't want to breathe in the gas she could have said so. This was more out of impulse. Gallan's eyebrows raised, but he was quickly cut off from other thought when several men filed out of rooms on either side a hundred meters down the corridor. Gallan's eyes widened, and he pushed Raz backwards into a side hall.<br/><br/>"Activate!" He spoke hastily into the communicator. Almost instantaneously the lights went out, leaving their section of the base absent of light. The men down the hall were thoroughly confused, as told by their voices echoing toward the agents. Gallan kept his hands on Raz's shoulders for a half second, should she have stumbled when he pushed her, and then released. When the backup generators were switched on, and the hall was bathed in a shower of deep red light, Gallan's eyes focussed once again on the base around him. They were no more than a foot away from each other.<br/><br/>"Sorry..." Gallan said rather awkwardly, before stepping around her. Down the hallway on the right were more rooms, most marked maintenance. At the end was another fork in their path. "Good, the bunker is on a grid. That makes it 2 percent easier don't you think?" He whispered behind him at Raz. Footsteps began their way, Gallan hurried as silently as Raz had before down the hall. He turned right, and thankfully viewed the corridor ahead as empty.<br/><br/>"Raz, take them out and let's get moving."