Marlowe lets the cigarette hang from his lip as he tilts his face back, scrutinizing the soldier with narrowed eyes.  He dryly intones, "Why, are you actually suggesting that the government isn't being up front?"  He wraps an ammo belt around his waist, filling the web pockets with every ammo clip available.  And if there's plastique, a taser, or anything else he can stash in the web sling, you bet your ass he's making a grab for it.<br/><br/>"Died out..?  Let's see... I got five quid says it's Tuberculosis."  He opens the door one eigth of an inch, bracing it with his foot in case a guard's waiting.