"Duck!"
Virgil flings himself to the ground at the command, crawling on hands and knees for a moment amongst the rubble. His proximity alarm screams in his ear, and the breeze sliding down his neck couldn't possibly be real, but he still imagines it feels the wind of a girder passing just inches away from his head. He certainly sees it crash beside him to roll and disappear through the broken floorboards, throwing up a fountain of sparks from the fire raging down below.
He spares a glance up, where Gordon is peering through the destroyed upper level, and gives a nod of thanks for the warning, but then is up and running again. There's a job to do.
