Mean Boris pulls out his Ruger Super Warhawk and pulls his matte black SWAT shield onto his arm.
He opens the lone door to the room, hunkers down with one knee on the ground, and braces himself in the doorway (partial cover), aiming his pistol down the hallway and using his shield for cover. He tries to leave as much room behind him for the others to get out the nearby door at the end of the hallway, should they choose to do so. Even kneeling down, he was nearly as tall as some of the others. He cranked his wired reflexes up as far as they would go, feeling the time slow down around him.
"Think fast, chummers. I might be able to take out the drone but there's an army behind it. I will cover the door."