(Ironic that all of that paintball taught me to hit the ground when shots are fired,) Locke mused as he surveyed the scene. He sheathed his hunting knife as he hurried to help Dr. Pierson. It had been less than helpful against a psychotic? brainwashed? Boone. (Poor kid.)

Locke joined Jon and Aiden, being careful to dodge Ripley's acidic blood. The three of them and a few others hauled Boone and Ripley to the showers.