And Leon without a rocket launcher... or any heavy artillery for that matter. Though he wasn't without his tricks.

"Shit... everyone on board and strap yourselves in, prepare for an emergency launch!"

Not that Leon was even obeying his own orders. He was heading away from the ship, a flash grenade in his hand. Not that it would do much damage, but if he could land one between Mal's group and ...whateverthehell that was chasing them, the flash might stun the creature long enough to buy them a few extra seconds.