"LETS GO GO GO, MAKE THEM PAY FOR FEANOR!!!" Shouted Jackson, then rushed up the stairs and shot anything that looked like a alien.
((Yeah, prob stupid thing to do, but hey, why not?))
"Ok, let's move!"
Move upstairs, shotgun any aliens in sight.
"You got it." Moe grit his teeth, afraid of something going horribly wrong in his mind. The thought of one of his comrades being maimed was unnerving enough.
Proceed to accompany anyone intent on going up the stairs, to pull some snap shots on the aliens if detected.
Jackson sprints up the stairs, paying no heed to getting shot in the back by an alien looking over the stairway. His team mates lag behind somewhat, being either more cautious or just too far away to catch up at the moment. He finds his dispensed flashbang lying at the top of the staircase, and turns around.
A gray alien, wearing the same blue suit as the ones at the entrance did, is lying on the ground, his hands holding his head. He vaguely notices your appearance, and paws weakly, desperately even, with one hand at the blue pistol lying in front of him. You walk around the staircase, crush the alien's outreaching hand with your boot, and put the muzzle of your X-10 against the alien's head. You pull the trigger. Your team mates follow up shortly later. All three of you look around.
There's a large hole in the back of the house, looks like due to plasma damage. There's no shield device, at least in this room. You haven't checked the bedrooms.
Kane felt naked without his primary weapon, and useless. So very, very useless. It would be hard to cover himself in glory stuck on the roof with no weapon. Hopefully he could still play some kind of lookout role...
Draw my combat knife to replace the rather naivley dropped shotgun, and head towards the edge of the roof in the direction the shot came from to have a little looky.
You draw your knife, feeling much more secure and threatening in case an alien decided to challenge you to a duel on top of the roof. Satisfied with your appearance, you head to the back end of the roof and gaze over.
Looks like there's a police officer taking a break down there, lying in the sun. Oh wait, he doesn't have a head. You come to two possible conclusions. 1. He's a zombie on vacation. 2. The aliens shot him in the head and his head melted away.