As the group had left the elevator, Opus was to the back, so his only indication of enemy contacts was shouting and fire that caused the team to reflexively duck. As the team moved, the agent kept low, running crouched as plasma bolts rained up range and melted holes in the wall behind them, thick streams of molten slag dribbling and pooling behind them as they moved. Opus periodically popped up, firing rounds from his pistol. Unfortunately, his weapon was not made to suppress an enemy squad, and did little to assist the team in terms of moving up.

As he ducked behind an overturned forklift, Opus turned to Shiva, and saw her locking down the enemy with fire from her weapon, drawing fire from them. He rolled out of cover in the lull, and slid into another position a little closer to them, rounds spraying the corridor around him. Ducking up, he popped off a shot, and found his mark in another rebels leg, causing him to collapse and drag himself into cover. The agent crouched back down and recharged his weapon, unsure of where to proceed from here. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.