Flynn grabs the container and looks at it. He inserts the tube in an injection slot on his backpack and throws the container away as soon as it's empty. Then he looks back at Williams with a big grin on his face. "I thought you'd never ask." His helmet materializes and his face is, once again, covered. He takes the Falcon from his back and loads in a single bullet. 

Some might say Flynn was heartless or at least brain dead. Gore didn't affect him anymore, neither did most shitty situations. True, he hadn't been in the army or anything, and had never really been exposed to real open warfare combat, but it was something with his view of life that made him so calm about most situations. Perhaps it was the way he was raised? Who knew. Definitely not Flynn.

"Right, I'm going to trigger a scan. We will make ourselves known, but at least we know which way they are going." Flynn looks at the closed door in front of them and pushes a button on his helmet. Several beeps can be heard before an echo shoots out of the helmet. Of course, this echo was only visible for Williams and Flynn, for there HUD was synced. Several outlined figures appear a short distance away. One would count about eight, with one figure being smaller then the rest. "Seems we found our friends. Just a couple more rooms."

Flynn kicks open the door and aims down the sight as he quickly scans the room. No hostiles. He beckons Williams to follow.