But on the other hand, I can’t just hunker down and wait for it all to be over. (Why not? part of my mind wants to know. Simple drek-headed macho pride?) Forcing those doubts away, I grip my rifle tighter and try to look frosty. I think I see Argent shrug as I move forward again, but it’s hard to tell under all that armor. There’s a door in front of me, and I kick it open, ducking into the shelter of the door frame after I do it.