Silently, the decked out and secretive figure followed, doing anything he could to expedite them leaving. Anything it took to keep this man and his allies from having to rearm themselves.<i>"Tell, your friends... To disarm, pass off their guns... To the sniper, ghoul, or wild one..."</i>Eyes flickering to the door gunner.<i>"And, him... have him, unbelt, his weapon... Until we're, all loaded... Up..."</i>Least he had his ducks in a row. Whatever a duck is. However, beyond his demands, he was rather swift about trying to get them out of the area. He was begining to feel even more 'bouncy' now. Fingers twitching slightly under his gloves with something akin to excitement...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>