As Toby and Ash scurried up the ladder and back into the safety of Toby's garage, the four soldiers peeled back to the ladder in good order.  They came up one at a time, only the occasional gunshot echoing up the shaft.  The first man to come up was the 'medic' of the crew, and the two survivors could finally get a clear look at him.  He wore a filthy desert pattern uniform, a heavily customized modular chest rig to carry his ammo and other supplies.  Heavy duty elbow and knee pads protected his joints and his helmet sported a armoured mask that covered his face.  Gloves on his hands and sturdy combat boots that had a metal toe guard were bolted to the fabric of his boots.<br/><br/>All in all, not a hint of skin showed anywhere on the man's body, and his clothes and gear were bulky and heavy, undoubtably increadibly uncomfortable and hot.  Coupled with the heavy backpack that held the case of Panacea and a spare shotgun and machette strapped tp either side, he was carrying less then the other three as each came up the shaft.  Each man was nearly identical for their basic clothes and equipment, with no personalization of their strange masks.  Each carried an assault rifle, each had some sort of secondary weapon, and each had something for up close and personal, and one was carrying two backpacks.<br/><br/>As soon as the last soldier came up the tunnel, they pushed the cover back into place then at a gesture three of them peeled off to learn the layout of Toby's garage, leaving the medic with Toby and Ash.  It seemed they didn't speak much, but the medic was the more sociable of the four.  He set his rifle aside and slid his pack to the floor, "I'm no doctor ma'am, so you should go ahead and check him over."  She had been fussing like a real nurse down in the sewer, and seemed to know what she was talking about, so he would leave it to her likely much better experience.  He knelt to start digging through his pack, producing the armoured case that held the shots of Panacea.  "But I have to give you a shot."