"Moving forward" Baz whispers. "Gonna surprise our friend."<br/><br/>There are a few clicks as Baz extends the skeleton stock of his shotgun, and nestles it against his shoulder. He steps forward, using Ultrasound to locate Feign. He moves with complete and utter silence, using ultrasound and what little light there is to guide himself to Feign.<br/><br/>"Allo there" Baz's Highland growl comes from BEHIND Feign, and co-insides with the feeling of cold metal against his back- the barrel of a shotgun. "What'chae doin' 'ere?"