<b>RE: come take a look!</b><br/><br/>James grinned, shaking his head. "I'm sure they'll be alright. Calm down, you'll reopen your wound again." He stood up, pushing her back onto the couch, steadily regaining the playfulness.<br/><br/>Trent nodded, climbing on Loki's back, cocking an eyebrow as he ran through a window, launching his meat hooks. He wasn't exactly scared, but he now had the Russian marked under the 'Mentally Instable' category of his list. He wasted no time in clambering up onto the roof, doing what he could to help Loki up before busting the door open with his shoulder and rushing down the stairs. Dezy was standing, bandages covering the left side of his face. "Damnit sir, I think James and his girlfriend might have been right. I remember that Spec Infected. It's called a Spitter. Gave me hell when I was a kid." Trent shook his head, patting the demo man on the helmet.<br/><br/>"Well, shit soldier, I'll have to tell James to stop smacking you in the head now huh?" Dezy shrugged, doing his best to smile. "That'd be nice, but not necessary." Trent nodded, turning around. This operation was a bust. Mike piped up, looking through a door. "Uh, sir? I think we found our supplies. There must have been a few of those over protective mothers here. Or one of those do-it-yourself-and-don't-trust-the-doctor's dad. We got everything from morophine to anesthetics, to suture kits." Mike grinned, looking down the hall. "And I'll be damned, but I'm pretty sure that there's more of these guys down the hall." He started to laugh, shaking his head.