An Asari, the rain bomber, most likely, entered the room spouting off the most awfully-enunciated Cockney accent he'd ever heard, shouting some of the latest and most hated pop culture quotes in the last three years. All of a sudden, she armed herself, yelling "GETDOWNGETDOWNGETDOWN" and opening fire.
Ellis had seen this before. It was a gang tactic used on Omega. One thug, the point man, would infiltrate a rival gang headquarters by pretending to be drunk or drugged passerby. The more intoxicated, the better. Once inside, he would shout code words, letting his gang know it was time to get ready. More shouting, maybe some playful antics for authenticity, and then gunfire. If this Asari were a trained killer, she'd have entered like one, instead of a clown.
Ellis' suit powered up in an instant, servos revving up to overclock speeds, as he leapt and lunged, activating his barrier as he leapt. His temporal lobe pulsed, and Fortified his barrier as he slid into position. He'd missed the first four bolts, but was just in time to catch the rest. Bolts sizzling and searing at his barrier, he stepped forward.
KZZSSHH!
"CEASE FIRE AT ONCE!"
His barrier would hold. And if it didn't, his armor would for longer. KZZSSHH KZZSSHH! He only hoped he could cash in some good karma for this later. Well, he hoped that, and also that this Asari would heed his command. KZZSSHH! Anyone's death would likely mean a hefty gap in information, a loss of data that Ellis could not tolerate to be possible.
KZZSSH KZZSSHH!
