"They got some." Baz growls, still chasing that blasted scientist with chain-gun fire. "But another pair of hands would be much apprecited." He turns, then blinks "You look pretty damn familiar, you know that?"<br/><br/>He ducks the scientist's attack with ease, trying to punch upwards and unleash another concealed weapon. They're called punch-guns, and they're essentially a high-tech knuckleduster. On impact they duscharge a blaster bolt into the  target- close range, but extremely powerfull.<br/><br/>"I'm General Bazil Tiberius Rat, 404 Rat Brigade, Royal Marines Commando and British Special Operations Command, on loan to the Ministry of Intelligence, Department 7. I would be wearing the suit, but a black tux just ain't my style!"<br/><br/>Anyone who's read the British equivalents to National Enquirer will know that Mi7 is the British equivalent of the Men in Black- they regulate interplanetary customs to the British Isles and her colonies, as well as bug the  HELL out of MIB. If saving Crystal and the others will piss the buggers off,  Mi7'll do it, and treat their guests a lot better than MIB!