Roy got the earbuds in in time to spare himself the Canary cry, watching around them as the scream knocked heavy stuff away and shook out the bad guys from their hidey holes. Man, there were times being human amongst the metas was kinda... belittling. Still, he mopped up the punks scrambling away, stun arrows and weighted tripping ropes for the lot.
"The itinerary on some of the cargo mentioned 'snukes' and the docking area's on opposite side of the warehouse." He nodded to the two hopped down, running for that area. A few staggered up and he clocked them in the head to put them back down, more interested in the boss and the weapons than the small fries.