As the cab pulls up to the port Walter can already see that a 'Mech-sized thing has hobbled its way past here recently. There are indentures the size and shape of Raven-feet in the asphalt and an iron-bar fence has been pulled up and dragged along for a few hundred feet towards where the Bastion towers. Giving a heavy sigh he gets out while Perkins pays the driver and starts walking towards the DropShip. He breaks into a run as he's reminded of the panic that underlined Janos' voice, making it up the ramp with blood pounding underneath his ears and CRITICAL flashing before his eyes in neon red font. As he reaches the top he stops. Blood-mixed water pours out of the cleaning vents of the Raven which is just about toppled over in the bay. Erich and Alroy stands speaking with some of the techs, Ranna standing a bit from them. Approaching his brothers in arms he gives Erich a tap on the shoulder, being a little out of breath.<br/><br/>"What the hell is going on here? Has anyone bought the ticket? Who did this?"<br/><br/>The questions were more a vent of his frustration. Erich probably knew about as much as he did. Perkins' voice broke through the private comms.<br/><br/>"There are some gentlemen from the local law enforcement here outside. No worries, I'll handle them... Just wanted you to know."<br/><br/>"This is no good. Who could have done this?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Janos woke up momentarily to the very nauseating sound of scraping against bone. His own femur in this case. The lower half of his face was covered in an oxygen mask, but as he tilted his head he could see a surgeon with a tool shoved deep into his thigh. Thanking the anesthesia he looked up into the ceiling as a nurse's face appeared. She asked him something, but it was hard to make out. He tried in wain to pull something over himself, not out of decency as much as pride. He didn't want anyone to see the scars. He was quickly restrained by several aides and figured he might as well let them. He was in no condition to resist anyway. There was a sharp but dull pain as the surgeon pulled out a slug from his thigh and put it in a tin. The clear sound of the bullet hitting the bottom of it sent all the sound around him rushing back instantaneously, his mind reeling under the sudden stimuli and sending him back into unconsciousness.