The raptors wasted no time in attacking the glass frantically, it shattered instantly, and the front two raptors charged towards them, eyes fixated on Jess and the blood on her clothes. Becker placed himself instantly between her and them, yelling at her to get around the corner. She nodded frightfully and backed away on all fours as fast as she could. Becker fired at the hungry predators, killing the first one with a single shot. The second caught Becker almost off-guard and he narrowly escaped its ravenous jaws as it leapt towards him. He dived to the side, shooting defiantly at the raptor, painfully aware of the growing number. It soon faltered to the ground, and he gave a sigh of relief, hidden behind the desk. He got to his feet silently, seeing the three remaining, one was still at the door, transfixed by the blood, one he could see running towards the room and as he turned to the third his blood ran cold. It was incredibly close to Jess who was now unconscious, sniffing at her face and the blood around her shoulder. Becker felt panic rise up inside him, one wrong move and she was on the menu. He begged internally for her to stay still, and searched his mind for ideas. He needed a distraction, something loud enough to disorientate the raptors long enough for him to kill them. The office was rather bare, but he knew what he was going to do. Steadily and stealthily he rose to his feet. He raised his foot silently then used all his might to kick the filing cabinet next to him as loud as possible, causing an ear-shattering clang which made even him clutch his head. The raptors cried out, confused by the sound, stumbling around the facility. To Becker's utmost relief the one near Jess leapt back immediately, but then began heading towards the source of the noise, baring its teeth menacingly, heading straight for him. He reached his gun out and fired straight at the raptor, who, for a moment he thought was not going to die. It slowed down, but unfortunately for Becker did not stop immediately and he found himself being crushed and slammed into the wall behind him my the deceased yet still rather heavy raptor. He struggled under it, finally heaving it off himself, when he realised his dire situation. He was now surrounded on each side by the two remaining raptors. One on his left was sniffing at his gun, which had been knocked out of his hand, the other was, in Becker's mind, figuring how painfully and slowly he could kill him. He could feel his heart beating in his chest rapidly as he froze. He mentally tallied the odds of his survival and worked them out to be about a infinity to one. The silence was broken by a disturbing sound, somehow horribly familiar to Becker, yet he could not pinpoint the source or where he had previously heard it. The raptors jolted upright, as it some force had yanked their attention to the unearthly noise, he could almost see the fear in their eyes. The made a squawk-like sound and began to tilt their heads around away from him. The raptors then began to back away from him, breaking into a frantic run, much to Becker's joy and slight amusement. A mere sound had reduced the deadly predators to scared wrecks, but he knew that whatever they had heard must be relatively near, giving him cause for concern at their current position. They had to find yet another safe place, one that the impending yet currently invisible danger could not penetrate. Bringing himself back down to earth, his insides jolted as he remembered the most important part of the current situation, the young girl lying unconscious in a pool of her own blood to the far right of him. He shot onto his feet so fast he almost tripped, and ran towards her. After successfully finding a pulse he took a look at her shoulder, and smacked the top of his head in anger. Why had he taken the glass out, it was the only thing stemming the blood, of course it had stopped a bit after, but why hadn't he remembered. He had been clouded by his concern for her, at stopping the pain. Now he had to stem it, fast.

He controlled his growing self-hate momentarily, to search around for something to aid him. Folders, no. Pens, no. Heart-shaped rubbers, definitely not. Then his eyes reached the shelf just above his head and he almost smiled. A box of tissues were perched on it, unopened. He grabbed them so forcefully he knocked them to the ground. He cursed under his breath and picked them up. He ripped off the top and grabbed a handful, pressing them to the wound. Pressure was good, no bleeding would be even better. The blood soaked straight through, he sighed in exasperation. He needed something thicker, something more absorbent, something… He had an idea, but it was going to be a bit chilly. He tugged at his t-shirt, rather glad Jess was not awake to see him stripping in front of her. As it came smoothly off, he bunched it up and pressed it on her shoulder, and to his joy, the bleeding reduced rather rapidly. He smiled, rather pleased at his quick thinking, but his smile soon deteriorated as the strange animal- like noise reappeared again. They had to move fast, he didn't want to be around long enough to find out what it was. He folded and tied the t shirt under her armpit and over her shoulder, tying it tightly. Without a second thought he hoisted her up into his arms, surprised at the ease at which he lifted her. He jogged out of the door, stopping briefly to pick up his gun, which despite it's size was becoming rather handy. He looked around, the ceiling was gradually crumbling, bit by bit, highly unstable. He was not religious, but as he looked up through one of the small holes, he muttered a silent prayer. Not for him, for Jess. She wasn't meant to get dragged into all of this. He had almost forgotten about the cause of all this. A bomb. A bomb meant an intent. An intent meant there was someone out there who wanted to cause serious damage to the ARC, or the people inside it, and he would bet on it being the latter. He just hoped it didn't have anything to do with her, or him for that matter.

Becker made his way through the central section, and he could see the corridor from which his "friends" had appeared through. Fat chance he was going down there, it would lead straight to the creature hold, somewhere he'd rather not go. It would be a two-course meal for creatures galore, and if he was frankly honest, he really know exactly what was in there. He knew about the raptors and Dracorex etc. but only had a faint idea of what had been taken back and what was being kept there, Lester never really mentioned that part. On the other side, there was another corridor, partially hidden by a smashed up computer. He headed towards it, dodging the various parts of hanging and grounded wrecks all around him. Becker skimmed past the hanging wires, occasional sparks flying from the ends and reached the empty corridor.

The light was flickering in a rather sinister manner, which didn't help ease Becker's stress, but he slowly paced down the corridor, only the sound of breathing could be heard, his deep and fast, Jess' shallow and slow. He soon spotted the room he was looking for. His armoury. He typed in the code with one hand, the other was supporting the delicate girl he was holding, rather unsteadily he has to admit. He slowly opened the solid metal door, noting the scratches on it and peered in, scanning the room for any possible creatures. Becker knew that given the key code it was extremely unlikely, but after his lucky escape, anything could happen. Satisfied, he shut the door and locked it, checking it twice. The soldier then walked into the middle of the room and laid the young field coordinator down on the floor, as gently as he could. He then slumped to the floor next to her, exhausted. He would wait for her to come around, then they could figure out exactly what to do next.