Voodoo shrugs. "Whatever works." He keys his radio. "Do what you gotta do, Jan, but make it quick. We just kicked a fuckin' hornet's nest."

He reloads, tossing the empty magazine to the ground. "Upstairs. Let's move."

They'd better hurry - if the clomping of combat boots on steel is any indication, reinforcements should be arriving any second now.