Clint moved quickly, peeking his head around the corner just long enough to determine his targets were all still in the same position before pulling it back, only his hand and his sidearm in the room as he fired off his shots. Just two to begin with. He figured they'd start moving by that time. His first targets were the ones manhandling Meyers. He didn't know what that pod would do, but he was guessing it wouldn't be pleasant.