Maria fired until her gun clicked empty. Three of the robot things had left immediately breaking through the glass and disappearing along the outside of the building. They'd left one of their number behind though to finish them off. Whatever it was it was bleeding, but it looked unfazed as it sprang for her. Oh God she was going to die!
Something shoved her hard and she fell away to roll over and see that it had been Galloway, who had shoved her. The robot's hand had fashioned itself into a blade and it was run clear through him. The robot twisted the blade and Galloway jerked hard before being tossed to the side by the robot.
The robot came for her then and Maria drew her pistol and started emptying it into the thing from where she lay on her back on the floor. It just kept coming though. Suddenly it jerked hard as it was hit from behind by gunfire and Maria saw Tyre on his side firing up at the tall robot person from the other end of the room. He must've hit something vital, because it pitched over to land heavily onto the floor.
Tyre dropped the rifle and crawled across the floor to Galloway, who was coughing up blood. Galloway's eyes traced over to Tyre and Tyre grasped his hand hard.
Galloway managed a brief smile, "End of the song little buddy." He was dead then, but Tyre didn't let go of his hand.
Maria saw that Tyre's other arm was broken badly. Maria went to him and helped pull him up to his feet, "We need to get you out of here!" She said wiping tears away. She'd never cared for Galloway's lusty devil-may-care-attitude, but in the end he'd given his life for her. What more could one ask of a person than that?
Tyre stared at the closed door, where the others had gone through, but Maria pulled him along with her stubbornly, "We can't help them now! We need to group up with any others that might still be alive, come!" Resolutely she tugged him away and back toward the elevator that they'd used to reach this floor.