"Urgh, girls!" The Doctor moaned immaturely before pretending to wipe his cheek. "We'll need to move as quickly as possible, but we mustn't be careless. Rogan should be able to hold the front. A catking male with a proton powered obliteration rifle is a lethal body guard, but the leader of the Claws of Sontrai wielding a proton powered obliteration rifle is a death sentence on legs."<br/><br/>"He was such a timid kitten when he was growing up," Harme chuckled weakly before gratefully smiling at Robin as she helped her to her feet and aided her as she walked to the door. "Thank you again for your help Robin. You are as brilliant as the Doctor says."<br/><br/>"I'm always right Harme," the Doctor called back before nodding at Robin's order and racing forward to join Rogan. When he joined him in the corridor he found Rogan standing with his fingers tenderly stroking the trigger of his rifle. So far he had met with no resistance, but it was clear that he was eager to rip apart the first enemy to cross their paths.<br/><br/>When Robin joined them and announced her vision the two turned to face her before looking at each other.<br/><br/>"What does that mean Doctor? Are they preparing another laser blast?" Rogan asked, his white fangs glowing red from the aura of the energy cell loaded in his rifle. "My armor can take another hit, but if we don't prepare a counter measure soon then we'll be gunned down quickly. What should we do?"<br/><br/>"Keep on course Rogan, we'll get Harme to her office. If we move fast enough we'll be able to out maneuver any blasts that they send our way by jumping into patient's rooms or traveling down and up stair cases," the Doctor explained before the group began to make it's way down the corridor. "They may be alive, but my guess is that those laser blasts don't have particularly good steering."