"How about after you cover the door for me?" Arget replies, scrambling to his feet.  Those vents - they're on tight.  And this chopper is armed to the teeth.  Getting in, he examines the controls.<br/><br/>"How the FUCK do I work this?" He groans, crawling to the passenger side and pulling out the first aid kit under the seat, stuffing his ears with some of the cotton from within.  He beckons Chiro to do the same.<br/><br/>"How the fuck... hey!" He swivels the mounted minigun on the side to face the cemented grates.  "Be ready and WATCH the door, my friend." He grips both handles and takes a moment to figure out how to ready it.<br/><br/>The barrels begin to spin...