Jack smiled a bit as blood began to trickle down from the corners of his mouth. Of course, leave it to Nikolai to waste ammunition to make a point. Jack fit the key into the lock and unlocked the door. After that he hobbled back to an nearby aisle and leaned against it for support. His head was hanging down, his hair falling past his face as it did. Jack looked down at his body and realized how trashed it was. Not only had he been hit in the chest, he had plenty of grazes all across his legs and arms, but that was thanks to the Uzis. Jack knew they'd be coming out, so he said to himself, "Those guys are some ungrateful fucks..."