Justin had just been reaching for the laptop to check the readouts when the thing came crashing in through the wall, and Justin swore, skidding back in his chair, arms round Justine. He scrambled through a nearby drawer, pulling out a handgun and pointing at the figure that came floating in after the head. It took all of three seconds before he realized just how useless a weapon he'd pulled, and he lowered it with a strained expression.
He turned in the chair to shield Justine as best he could, swallowing, and eyes darting back Bobbi. "I-I'm not sure this is really the best time."