Pain coursed through Mac's body, the modifications his body went through left him very vulnerable to the feeling. He let out a pained yell, enough to allow Kine to gauge how bad he's hurt. After sprawling out on the floor, he reached for a side arm, anything he may use as a weapon! "Goddamnit! We're just fucking cannon fodder!" Was his reply back to Kine, he grunted and growled. None of this was a part of the plan! He needs to get out of this mess alive, didn't really trust the cloning project anyway. But, he still was loyal to his squad and there was no way he could do anything about this.<br/><br/>Still, he could crawl a bit backward, needing to get away. "Argh....But there is something that us cannon fodder can do..." Mac popped on the radio. "Command! This is Mac! I need back up by the elevator shaft! We've got a tango here and he's not like the rest!" He hopped off the radio. "You better run, dragon man."