And Masky goes flying. He crashes into the wall of the hallway with a sickening crunch. There goes his wrenched arm, fractured into pieces now, but he can't feel it. Almost immediately he climbs to his feet, his right arm hangs limply at his side and he stares at it for a moment unsure what's happened. But then his brain snaps back to J. Who's closer now. He heard him.

Where. Is. He.

Is it a smart idea to charge a guy in a huge metal diving suit. Not really. Is he doing it anyway? Yes, yes he is. he wants to knock Delta out of the way to get into the room. He needs to get to J.