"Holy shit!"  The entire group of mercenaries fire as they run, now in nothing less than a blind panic toward the shelter of the communication building.  The lieutenant is the first inside, and the men behind her slide the first crate in, right between where Feign and Vega are hiding.  Thankfully, the mercenaries are much too focused on shooting at Tamara to be concerned with the building.<br/><br/>The private is the closest to Tamara, screaming in desperation as he fires his dart gun ineffectively while backing towards the building far too slowly.  Just as the last two crate-carrying soldiers slide into the building and take cover, the watches all beeped in unison, flashing bright red zeros across their faces.<br/><br/>Before the last beep, the private vanishes into thin air as if he were made of smoke that was blown away by a stiff wind.<br/><br/>"Dammit!   We lost Br-" The lieutenant's gun clicks for several shots before she realized she was out of darts.  The rest of the guns quickly running out.<br/><br/>One of the soldiers reaches for the crate, expecting it to contain the spare magazines...  Though he finds himself face-to face with Feign's grinning tailmaw.<br/><br/>"OH SHI-!"