He watched the two quarrel, before coughing softly. "Elizabeth, how many are guarding the doors on the level we are going up to?"<br/><br/>He waited for her reply, before pinching his nose. "And this is when Ghost would have been useful, unless she has been outright and completely lying about her abilities. Basic illusion coming up the stairs with the turret, I chunk the grenade in while they are turned away, we win and laugh."<br/><br/>He muttered something unintelligible under his breath, even to Wilding's senses, before grabbing his backup weapon. "Instead, I go first, hope the shielding holds, and fire this baby. Room should be about... fifty feet across, so two shots to clear the room."<br/><br/>He sighed, and checked the P.E.W., or Projected Energy Weapon, which fired mostly non-lethal sonic bursts that would disorient and batter anyone in a fair sized area. Hopefully. Unless the device exploded in his hands or something. Sadly, it had a reload time of glacial, and if he missed, he was gonna hurt. He carefully crept up the stairs, taking his time, P.E.W. on the ceiling in visible in the doorframe, so it would disable anyone on the other side. Sadly, he was so focused on keeping the weapon level that, halfway up, he missed a step and stumbled, clattering a bit as he slipped and fell to one knee. Figuring they knew he was coming up now, he dashed the rest of the way to the doorframe, and took what cover he could on it, looking for someone to shoot as he got into 'cover.'<br/><br/><em>(stealth -3)</em>