<strong>Lance Corporal Benjamin Mathias - 3rd Squad - Slightly confused, but still focused.</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>“Why would FATHER care whether we’ve got our radios on or not, <em>sir?</em>”</strong><br/><br/>"Well shit, maybe he gets fucking lonely if he's not allowed to eavesdrop on our conversations, eh?" Mathias quipped, walking casually past the rest of them with his flamer at the ready.  "Kinda skeeves me out now that I think about it.  Wonder if a computer can be a voyeur?"<br/><br/>He couldn't lie, this situation was becoming more and more bizarre by the second.  Between Mengsk tweaking out, a bunch of armored lunatics hosing them down with their shiny new iRifles, the total lack of civilians, and the<em>thing</em>that had somehow managed to blow a hole effortlessly through the LT's armor without being seen, it was becoming a little difficult to simply brush everything off with a bit of wry wit.<br/><br/>But Mathias was a good little soldier, and unless the orders were insane he was generally honor bound to follow them to the letter--with a little bit of his own personal flair, of course.<br/><br/>"Come out come out wherever you are, you little piece of shit!" Mathias called out, being the first to enter the hallway and apparently not caring one bit if anyone else within earshot knew it.  When he got to the first corner he stopped, motioning for Mengsk to move up before continuing down the corridors.  Here the signs of abandonment were even more pronounced, hastily emptied rooms yawning open in utter silence and forcing him to move cautiously as they sweeped the area.  It was unlikely that their target would try to mount another ambush alone, but he sure as hell wasn't about to get another nasty surprise due to carelessness.<br/><br/>"OooOOOoo...<em>Fok</em>, s'like walkin' into a damn crypt."