Baz moves at point, swinging around with the M249. As he hits the up-going escalator, he stows the cannon across his back and draws his shotgun, racking the slider and crouching. "Slow and quiet now, eyes up." he whispers, his cockney twang now evident.<br/><br/>"And be ready to fire on any hostiles that approach. Don't think of them as people. It'll help." He pauses, giving a knowing glance to the soldiers present. Then he lets out a nasty, dirty cackle. "'Till you sleep, anyway."