Re: quicklog: cat, matt, steve
[There was no physical response on Steve's end to the man in front of him. No unmooring, no rise of gooseflesh. It was a simple exchange, and if he thought anything in particular, he kept it to himself. He got a nod and a tap of fingers on a small bottle located on the man's hip—aerosol, and he gave the smallest incline of his head in return. He didn't know if the silence was chosen or not, but either way, the stranger had the right idea. The creatures/people on the other side could hear and he didn't want to alert them any more than he already had.
Steve circumvented the other man, huddled before the door, gave his brother-in-arms another nod, and shouldered in, hoping the shock of the door flying open would startle the things within and turn their attention to the razing hunk of metal. He managed to catch two of them just by charging into the room. They must've been already near the door, waiting for whatever was on the other side, and Steve's makeshift shield acted like a cowcatcher to a train. He let his momentum keep carrying him, confident the other man would use the time skillfully, and he rammed them into the wall opposite (and whatever was on the wall, screens, whatever) and crushed them.—He looked over his shoulder again for Cat, for the man, for the creatures. He was greeted by the near-noiseless hum of servers huddled together, leading back into the length of the room.
When he pulled the door away from the light-speckled organisms, whatever they were, they dropped, their bodies folded and pulped. They weren't dead, but they couldn't get up yet. Limbs twitched in spastic display.—He turned on his feet, shield raised again.] Cat? It's Steve. Are you in here? [If his voice caught the attention of the other two in the room, that was fine with him. He was ready.]