The guy is shaking so badly that Daniel's worried he won't be able to stay on his feet, much less open the access hatch. He manages it eventually, to Daniel's immense relief.

He fires off one last round, eyes squinted against the clattering shells, the acrid scent of cordite, then ducks back behind their cover, peers up the vertical shaft with the ladder rungs that almost certainly lead to the surface. He nods to himself, jerking and sharp. This can work.

"Definitely surface access," he breathes, relieved, then tugs out his sidearm, offers it to his charge handle-first. "I'm gonna have to cover our six, but you can't go up there unarmed. It's - it's a warzone, I mean a literal warzone up there. You know how to fire this?"