Meanwhile Sinclair focuses on slipping down the hallway to get to the door as quickly and quietly as possible.
Which isn't possible, but Jack's more than capable of fending off the majority of the attention they receive. At least until a molotov cocktail sends him flying back against the wall. Sinclair's fingers work quickly at the combination lock on the door, but not quickly enough. He can hear the clinking hooks of another spider splicer and then the thud of it dropping to the ground. There's only time to turn, try and aim, shoot--
--the first bullet whistles past the splicer's ear, the second hits him squarely in the shoulder. It doesn't slow him down; the splicer is on him in seconds.
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Which isn't possible, but Jack's more than capable of fending off the majority of the attention they receive. At least until a molotov cocktail sends him flying back against the wall. Sinclair's fingers work quickly at the combination lock on the door, but not quickly enough. He can hear the clinking hooks of another spider splicer and then the thud of it dropping to the ground. There's only time to turn, try and aim, shoot--
--the first bullet whistles past the splicer's ear, the second hits him squarely in the shoulder. It doesn't slow him down; the splicer is on him in seconds.