Heinrich shot another alien, gore splattering all over the wall of the corridor behind it.

This floor of the science faculty had proven exceptionally infested s o far and he didn't expect it to get any better as he headed upwards. "God damn bastards." he cursed, spitting out the end of his cigar as he re-cocked his modi fied Enfield rifle. Turning around, he gestured to the rest of his unit to move forwards. As they shuffled past one-by-one, he counted them, making sure none ha d been picked off, as they proceeded into the library. "Captain, the room is clear", his second in command, Genevieve, reported, as he brushed the gunpowder off his sleeve. "Don't look so worried 'Vieve, we've got them corned now, in the east wing", he reassured her, laying a large hairy hand on her shoulder, greasy with sweat. "We 're in control of the situation now". "Are you sure sir?" she asked, before they were both interrupted by a sound clos ely resembling what Heinrich would later descirbe as a dropship simultaneously l anding on each and every glass factory in Venice. His squad scattered, mostly se eking refuge behind bookcases, as three of the hideously-malformed aliens burst through the large stained-glass window and fell to the thick carpet inside, now covered in thin shards. "Fire at will!" cried Heinrich, as he began affixing his bayonet to his rifle. H e could see one, no, two of his close comrades lying on the floor, taken down by the alien automatic weaponry. Cursing under his breath, he turned the corner an d shot one, right through the helmet, before charging the second one, skewering it in the side. Headbutting it, he dropped the gun and drew a long blade. Meanwhile, the rest of the room was in uproar. The third alien was standing in a pool of her own blood, her XM8 rifle spattering fire and lead, men falling like dominos before her. Genevieve was crouched down, trying to stem the flow of blo od from the gaping hole in her leg. Gritting her teeth, she snarled, got to her feet, and surveyed the situation. Narrowing her eyes, she caught the gaze of the female alien, who was fumbling to insert another magazine into her gun, and slo wly, deliberately, drew her luger, aimed, and shot. But not at the foul alien. I nstead, Genevieve shot upwards, to the ceiling, where a heavy iron chandelier hu ng, at least, until the high-velocity bullet cut the chain. With a loud clang th e chandelier crushed the puny fleshy body of the invader, and, as Heinrich was f inishing off the last alien, she punched it in the face, just to make sure.