Hearing the Sergeant's orders, and picking up on the tension in his voice, Reaper removed the magazine from his rifle, checked it, and slammed it back in, chambering a round and turning the safety off. He moved cautiously, careful not to disturb or trip on anything, careful to avoid making any noise. He could feel an ache between his shoulders, a strange tingling sensation he got sometimes when something just wasn't right. He did not like this situation, knowing the chances of something bad happening was climbing at a steady rate. He paused for a moment, pulling one of his stimpacks out of their pouch, and depressing the plunger slightly as he pressed it to his neck, giving himself a small dose to aclimatise himself to the combat drug, to avoid side-effects from larger doses that would come later, and to prepare himself for the worst.