Drake starts to hear the sound of dozens of feet marching down the hallway toward their location.  All he could do was hope that his suspicion of their level of weaponry wasn't too high.  Looking around for a solution, he remembered the walkie talkie that he had snagged on the way out of the computer record room.  Pushing down on the mic button, he shouted into it, "Hey, Crystal, it sounds like we're about to be in deep shit over here.  If nothing's happening there, we could use a little backup."