I looked to Hans with the straightest expression I could muster.<br/>"Eighty-five Revs... Eighty-five kills... ten Artyom's... Seventy-five mine..." I whimpered under my breath. "The shed is now nonexistent.... All intel from it was gathered, as well as some military-grade equipment, such as bullets and grenades." I cleared my throat. "Stay on your toes; I know this one won't be as easy, since they're better equip."