Spirit was starting to gain ground, with microconfrontations keeping the gunman occupied and slowly allowing him to give distance. He heard lots of gunshots, as if from an automatic weapon, then silence for a few seconds as the footsteps continued. That didn't sound like the kind of weapon that his opponent was wielding; the police must be doing their job. Or someone else... automatic weapons weren't exactly standard issue amongst law enforcement.
Moving up, past the last few straggling scientists, Samson prepped his own weapon: An S&W Model 39 with a silencer. It was a little old, but he knew how it worked and it served him well. Unlike some people, he wouldn't need an automatic weapon.
If all went according to plan, he would only need one shot.
Alicia graciously took the seat provided to her by Lupus and looked at the menu. Burgers. Of course. Not that she minded.
"So do you come here often then?"
Reaching the top of the stairs, Delta peered through the glass panel on the door. It was dark inside, but as he remembered, he could pick out two figures. He glanced back at his crew and mouthed, "Ready to go?" his hand stood poised on the handle, and a few seconds later, he gritted his teeth, turned the knob, and aimed a punch towards the nearest hostile.