[Blaine's gun was aimed at the floor as Elissa dashed to get out of his line of fire. She was across the room and behind him when the doors finally started to creak back open. His arm was up, palm cupping his shooting hand to keep it steady as the first glimpses of their adversaries appeared. Four inches of space was all he waited for before he started to fire. As soon as he could clearly see helmets and shoulders shoved against the door, he was sending bullets at them. One, two, aimed at bodies that fell and them he was onto the next, hoping to kill anyone before they could get their guns out and pointed at them.

He moved back towards the opposite door because there was little to hide behind. He didn't want to start jumping from open cell to open cell. It'd be bad since he had only moved down past two cells in the first place.

If all else failed, there were the explosives in his tactical vest pouches...]