Over head there was a loud and definitive thump. Then another. Whatever it was moving overhead had abandoned all caution and was plowing ahead. Loud enough that Clint could hear it.

"How much you wanna bet its gonna get alot worse. Blue button is night vision."

Clint silently and slowly moved towards Kirk, his eyes up on the ceiling as he flicked over the vision of his glasses. Uncanny eyesight watching the jerky movement of ceiling tiles as they were jostled from above.

The archer reached around to one of his holsters and pulled a Beretta free. On feel alone he checked the full magazine and extra chambered round and held it out towards Kirk.