"The Emperor protects, sir." echoed the three. After a quick check on their weapons, the scouts start moving forward, sticking to the wall. A pale light comes from the end of the corridor.
As they reach the first open space, Tinface peeks over the angle and signals the rest of the team to stand still. He whispers: "Multiple hostile contacts. One just around the corner, at least another one behind the crates. Saw another's shadow on the back wall; can't confirm though. We should take the first down quietly, to start with. Shadow?"