"INCOMING!" Baz cries out as he hears the shout, running towards the first window. As a stage-3 leaps for said window, it finds its chest filled with buckshot. "Get that minimi  out the window covering the door! Everyone else, space  yourselves out and cover! I want two people raiding the armoury, we're gonna need automatic weaponry asap. Perhaps some SWAT gear for  the civs, and anyone else who's not in armour!"<br/><br/>He's reeling out the orders purely out of habit, not realising that those here might not take so kindly to being barked at by a foreign general, even if they are British...