Drake/Chloe/Quen/Cian/Open
Maybe he should have just gone home. It took him exactly long enough for a warehouse door to open and some guy to start asking questions like he owned the place - and maybe he did; Drake sure as hell didn't know - to realize three things: Quen was Darius' kid sister, so if anything happened to her, Drake was going to die, the rain was seriously fucking with his vision and he was missing more hits than usual, and Chloe was expecting him to have a plan.
Great. Just... great.
First things first, though. "Quen, aim at one o'clock," he shouted; if she could take out the mindflayers heading their way, that would help, especially with the onslaught of crabs coming from his left. "Chloe, can you do something to slow them down? And you - obviously there is an attack. So if you can do something, that would be fucking great."