Michael O'Shay<br/><br/>He broke left as Senjo had said.  The lady with the big guns probably knew she was talking about.  Rome had run in the doorway with the A gun.  It wasn't what he had wanted, but there was no time to change that.<br/><br/>He had a brief flashback.  He remembered as a kid having poured water down an ant hill and laughing as all the ants came scurrying out.  His childish and selfish glee turning to pain when the ants swarmed his legs and bit him multiple times.  It was one of the worst things he could think of right now but it was too much like the current predicament.  "Time to wash out some ants," he muttered to himself.<br/><br/>The sentry guns were a tremendous asset right now, but they weren't going to stop all of them.  He had to think quick.  The larger, black creatures appeared to be 'leaders' of some sort and were herding the smaller, brown ones as soldiers and moving cover.<br/><br/>"Firing line behind B gun! Zippo, hose anything that gets beyond the sentry! Gizmo and Widow, get the stragglers! Rome, suppress like hell! Reaper, shoot the black ones if you can! Get ready!"<br/><br/>