Alec put his shoulder to the hatch and heaved it open as soon as the code went in. He turned to wave everyone through, and his heart stopped when he saw the woman he'd gone with to get medicine diving at the creature.<em>Jesus H Christ on a pogo stick.</em><br/><br/>He'd seen paratroopers with smaller balls... although, admittedly, about as much sense. It sounded wounded, but it was still coming, and it was still chewing through the guards quite handily. He fought the urge to gag on the stench of charred person.<br/><br/>"Come on, through the door!" he called, from the side of the hatch.<br/><br/>He grabbed Little Ballsy by the back of her shirt and tried to drag her bodily away from the Thing. He admired her spirit, but half a dozen rifles on full auto had done little more than piss it off so far. Hitting it with one seemed folly.<br/><br/>Looking swiftly to the door guard, he added, "You, too. There anything like an armoury on this plane?"