"It leads to engineering, and life support," said one of the bridge crew in response to Isabel's question."You, where does this lead?" she asked of a bridge crew member.
Paulson's flamethrower ignited the whole hallway as he intended. The fire of Sokolova and Henniger disappeared into the smoke ahead. Then the three of them were safely back inside the bridge. Following their orders, they joined the majority of the others who were routing through the left hand door while the two Sergeants held back the enemy.
The hostile fire was beginning to slacken, and the sound was replaced by a piercing shriek. The sound was unmistakable; xenomorphs. It became clear now that the mercs had not been assaulting so much as they were fleeing from a worse threat. But karma had a way of catching up with people...
Sykes grinned back at Morse when he referenced Dirk Pitt. It was comforting to think about the seemingly invincible Marine, as steady as the Rock of Gibraltar.
"Oo-rah!" he shouted and cocked his own grenade launcher. The two Marines started pumping grenades off down the hallway. Sykes had packed incendiary grenades for use within a space station, but it soon became apparent that Morse was firing live frag grenades!
The ground seemed to shake with each explosion. The sound waves hit their ears with a sharp concussion. One flaming xenomorph came bursting out of the smoke, shrieking as it burned to death. Sykes put a burst in it to finish it off.
A placid, female voice could be heard, loud and insistent, over the intercoms. "Warning, hull breach imminent. Please seek shelter immediately. Emergency personnel are on their way to assist you." Something told the Marines that no emergency personnel were coming.