With Tara's lack of concern for noise discipline, it kind of defeated the point of the silenced weapon and dropped the UMP9, letting it dangle by the sling, and pulled out the Dessert Eagle in one smoothe, practiced motion.  He fired a quick shot to the knee, blowing the leg off at the joint and dropping the beast.  The second shot caused most of his head to disappear, blood, bone and brains splattering the area behind him.  The .50 caliber bullets showing no mercy to the infected man.  "Didn't need a shot ricochet and hit one of us or the others.  Can you see anything in there?"  He pointed to the walled off area, peaking his head into the room listening for any noises of movement.  It was hard to tell, with the ringing in his ears from the three shots.