Voodoo's no slouch, either - a few rapid-fire bursts take care of two particularly persistent troopers, and a well-placed flashbang manages to stun most of the rest. Voodoo pulls out his pistol and takes out another two before the rest are cut down in a hail of gunfire.

"Stairs right behind us," he says, his tone clear and clipped, his eyes never leaving the weapon's sights. "Got your six."