Casket stores the samples in his pockets, and shoots the scientists a hard, warning look. "I'd stay the frag down if I were you," he says, backing out of the room, and closing the door as he passes. He turns and catches the Ares Alpha Chaim tosses him, just as a ghoul tears out of its holding cell. He's huge, easily the size of a troll, though to be honest he looks a lot bigger than that to Casket. The aging street samurai turns and tries to level the assault rifle at the ghoul, but he's already on top of him, and knocks the barrel away with one hand while trying to take a swipe at Casket with the other.
Casket jumps back, just out of reach, and the ghoul's paw takes a chunk out of the table behind him, sending a flurry of test tubes and lab equipment clattering to the floor. Chaim draws his pistols and extols the virtues of automatic fire to Casket, while a burst of automatic gunfire erupts behind him, staggering the ghoul. Nice shooting,
Spikes, Chaim thinks, glad the decker can handle her own in the meat as well. The ghoul takes a small step back, but looks even more enraged, its dead calcified eyes squinting as it lets out a howl.
Chaim levels his own pistol, and fires off one his capsule rounds, hoping it will put him the rest of the way down.