Rome had just finished with the last of his little smart-ass remarks concerning their mission when he heard the all too familiar<em>ping ping ping ping</em>of their motion trackers. His was currently shut off since he had removed the battery as a safety precaution when he disarmed earlier. He leaped to his feet and quickly drew the large combat knife sheathed in his boot and staring wide-eyed in every direction.<strong>"Where is it?! Where is it?! Where the fuck is it?!"</strong>He spun around the room in search for more of the monsters they'd encountered earlier, his adrenaline already pumping again as his body prepared itself for combat. Cursing himself for neglecting to bring his .357 along for the ride. He noticed as Reaper followed his motion tracker and fell in behind him, following closely as the closed in on the the vent... and the motion signal.<br/><br/>He heard the woman's voice and his body instantly relaxed some, though he was still ready for whatever or whoever came out of that vent, even if all he had was his knife. He grinned at Reaper's response to the "lady" in the vent and chuckled slightly as he mummled quietly to him. "I'll kill the fuckin' bitch if she so much as looks at me funny."<br/><br/>He expertly flipped knife in his hand, gripping it in a reverse grip technique (http://www.jayfisher.com/_borders/KnifeGrip2.jpg) and waited as MSgt. O'Shay reached in a hand to heft their mysterious guest from the vent."