In the moments that followed, events occurred before the Captain that changed his viewpoint on the current dealings. Gun fire had broken out, and some people had dashed out of the clinic. Things had definitely changed. It was now a free for all fire fight. Except there was only a single one of the thugs left outside. He'd find out what had happened later, but for now, he'd have something to put a couple of rounds into.
Neil brought his pistol up, and aimed at the last one left outside. There were probably more inside, which meant bad news for him. But for now, he'd deal with the offending party currently disturbing his delicate state of mind with its ugliness. With the thuggish, boorish, and uncivilized alien in sight, he squeezed the trigger twice. The pistol's generator sent a powerful current through the conductive tzernium rail, which was assembled as a linear motor, inside the weapon, creating a powerful electromagnetic field that pushed the ferromagnetic steel-titanium round out. The bullet broke the sound barrier immediately as it left the chamber, creating a loud
crack sound, that echoed everywhere. The pistol's inertial dampeners considerably lowered the recoil of the shot, and its coolant system used the excess heat created from the friction of the shot to power the miniature thermal reactor in the weapon. Truly a masterpiece of efficient human technology, Neil thought as he fired.
The AP tipped bullet cracked straight through the alien's forehead, which was covered in a slightly primitive armor, possibly killing it immediately, but Neil always had his rule of double-tap. The second and third bullet went through his stomach, and his jaw, respectively. "Shots fired, you sons-a-bitches." he whispered to himself, as he broke into a quick run. The pistol was lowered, facing the ground as he burst into the room, expecting the worst, but only saw an injured woman lying down, nurses, a giant cyborg, Doc Valentine, and some others. "Uhhhhhhh,
what's up, Doc? Are these fine ladies and gents with you? Oh, and can I request some medical assistance? I may or may not be bleeding out here." he said, noting that the people he saw were not exactly gangster-like. He also made a mental note about his current recklessness, so he'd deal with that sooner or later.
But for now, he'd try to not die here. Dying of blood loss would be too embarrassing.