"Drop it, chummer!" the ork said in a booming voice. Lanier hesitated for a moment, and Babel could almost see him mentally calculating the odds of being able to take this fierce-looking ork. He raised his hands, pointing the gun at the ceiling, but not dropping it as the ork ordered. The newcomer moved carefully into the corridor, keeping his gun trained on Lanier, but watching everyone, as several other men emerged from the doorway. All of them were wearing dark camouflage fatigues and urban street armor. Three men were human, the fourth had to bend down a bit as he came through the door. He was a troll, and carried a military-grade rifle with a taped-banana clip. The men quickly moved to cover everyone in the hall.