Dash for the exit.

No options. It's borderline suicidal, but the only think you can think of is a straight dash to the door. You've learned through painful experience that the rifle rounds won't penetrate a limb-shot, and you're probably safe against the pistols. That leaves the drones; but you'll just have to hope you get lucky with them.

Scrambling into a position crouched on the floor, ready to move at a moments notice, you pick up a pair of bottles and throw them aside in either direction. The movement draws their tracking sensors for a split second, but that's all you need to take off.

Vaulting the bar, you accelerate inhumanly quickly. Only forty feet to cover.

You've got this Zoe.

You're in the clear for the first ten feet. After that, the augmented soldiers and the drones might have an open shot.