Chalk's eyes shift to the door, then to the captain, and the men and women surrounding him. Chalk then proceeded to lift the barrel of his weapon from the man's head, aiming it at the first person to his left. He squeezed the trigger, firing a round into the man's chest, blood and flesh erupting violently both before and behind him splattering controls and tile alike. With almost inhuman speed, Chalk switched his aim to the next target to his right, squeezing the trigger, her chest exploding such as the last. He then switched to the right-most target, while the person next to him squeezed the trigger. The bullet struck Chalk's human shield in the abdomen, and Chalk squeezed the trigger, killing him, while switching targets to the man who had previously fired, firing a round at him, this time his head exploded. The rest in the room proceeded to open fire, bullets striking Chalk's human shield, the man screaming with agony as he jerked around violently. One of the bullets had nicked the armor plating on Chalk's arm, while another had scraped past his left boot. He proceeded to end each and every life in the room but of the captain's. The captain trembled with fear, and just as he was about to squeeze the trigger, Chalk had already done so, a round striking the captain in the hand, causing it to quite literally explode, the gun falling to the floor with minor damage from the det round. Chalk dropped his now dead shield, the captain now the one screaming. He rushed forward, pulling a zip tie from his belt and grabbing the injured wrist, the captain's hand had been completely severed, if not shredded to bits. It pumped blood at a constant rate, before Chalk had wrapped the tie tightly around the captain's upper wrist, momentarily cutting off circulation allowing the bleeding to slow as well. Chalk pulled out another tie, digging it under the first and wrapping it around the captain's other hand and tightening it, properly restraining him. Chalk then took his pistol, pressing the mag release button, causing a magazine to fall from the magwell. He picked up the magazine and stuffed it in a pouch that hung from his belt, and grabbed another pistol magazine from his wrist and loading it. He proceeded then to lift the body of the captain, who was now unconscious, over his shoulder. He pressed a finger to his ear -- at least, where one would presume it would be, and began speaking. "HVT secure, requesting immediate exfil." he said.
"10-4, inbound, ETA half mike." the pilot said over the radio, and Chalk stood up, walking over to the door and taking a deep breath in. He then kicked it open, sending the heavy metal door into whomever might be waiting on the other side.
