Flee.

It was to risky to fight them here, he had to keep moving. Vincent ran full tilt down the hall, ducking past people when he could, running them over if he had to. Better they hit the ground anyway, with the enforcers shooting like it was open season. Bursting through a set of double doors, Vincent glanced around surprised as he found a vast open room covered in plastic. Some sort of closed wing undergoing renovations or something.

Dashing behind one of the columns, the soldier glanced around trying to find an exit. If there was one, it was hidden behind the plastic, and he didn't have time to tear it down to find the way out. Which meant he had to stand and fight. Popping the magazine, Vincent counted five bullets. With one in the chamber, he had six total. That was three per tango, assuming they didn't have back up coming. More shots would also draw attention. He did have the sword, but he would have to get close, and kill the first, before the second noticed. Or one, two, if they were grouped together.

Controlling his breathing the navy seal waited, listening to the world around him, until finally the doors burst open and the sound of those big metal boots hit the plastic covered ground. Roberts listened carefully as the two soldiers hesitated trying to locate him. Finally they began moving slowly into the room, one toward him, the other toward the other column parallel to the one he was hiding behind. It was time to make a choice.