Milenya stood, stunned with surprise for a moment.<br/><br/>As if cued by her single shot into the guard, suddenly the outside monitors exploded into chaos. With all the fire they were taking, it was obvious that the gunship pilots had some experience, as they maneuvered to avoid some of the rockets headed their way. Still, they were going to go down eventually. And the rooftop guns wouldn't depress too far. Or would they?<br/><br/>Still. Milenya locked down doors throughout the complex, then locked open the barracks door and Desmond's office where the other's suits were. A quick survey of the cameras showed one guard in the hallway at the 'stripping' room. And she cleared the alert, giving the 'new' connection what access she could, along with a quick message;<span style="color: #6495ED">Grenade launcher &amp; avenger in barracks, suits in Desmond's office. Slaver outside stripping room.</span>It was the work of a moment to tag the locations of those rooms.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>