Gizmo easily bypassed the service lock leading into the vehicle repair depot and the doors parted with a jolt, coughing out a rush of stale air from inside the compound. Rome covered the squad from his covered position, lifting his heavy M56 smart gun and sprinting to catch up only after the last of the squad had entered the building while Reaper and Widow covered his approach. Rome gave a quick look around as he lowered his weapon once again, sweeping it slowly from left to right as they carefully surveyed their surroundings. His motion detector pulsed and chirped, already seeming to be reading better now that they were inside and clear of the storm, though there still seemed to be some type of minor interference or loose connection somewhere.<br/><br/>Lt Mengsk quickly analyzed the situation, promptly issuing his orders.<strong>"Sarge, take point once more. Same as earlier. We are going clockwise, every room checked before we descend, if there is colonist in here we are bound to find them. Gizmo, shut these doors behind us and make sure they will open on code "Kilo"...like hell I am going to let anything come in after us."</strong><br/><br/>MSgt. O’Shay acknowledged the Lieutenant’s order and delegated the squad into the most effective fireteams given their environment and the tasks at hand.<strong>"Yes sir.  Reaper, you're with me in Bravo.  Rome, you're with the LT.  Zippo, take point with the flamethrower.  I'll be behind you.  Reaper, you follow me.  Widow, bring up the rear.  We'll be moving ahead, while Alpha watches the rear and provides cover fire if necessary.  All right, people, move out."</strong><br/><br/>Rome settled back into his combat stance, leveling the business end of the<em>‘Sexy Beast’ </em>towards the door to the east of the room which that had just entered.<strong>”I guess it must be Bingo night,”</strong>Rome joked at the absence of any colonists, casting a jovial wink and flashing his brilliant, pearly white teeth in the form of a grin towards Widow as she passed behind him to take up her position with Bravo Team.<strong>”And whoever wins … gets EVERYTHING in the vehicle depot.”</strong><br/><br/>Senjo spoke out loudly to, addressing Lt. Mengsk.<strong>"Leftenant, my view is this workshop has been stripped clean to build defences elsewhere in the complex. The arc welders are not here, oxy-acetylene cylinder trolleys absent."</strong>Rome shrugged one shoulder, his face took on an expression that seemed to say<em>'Or that.'</em><strong>"That was gonna be my next guess."</strong>