He smirked, and shrugged. "Shouldn't talk sir, that will undo the healing that should hold you if you don't move about much. But at the moment? I am just someone trying to find something from home to hold onto, so I can stay sane. No one more, no one less."<br/><br/>He swore as the second shot actually glanced off his armor, and was forced to pivot to defuse the power of the glancing shot. Not as much as the rifles back home, but they would likely go right through his armor on a good, direct hit. He took a breath, settled his emotions, and tried to reach out with his mind. But yet again, when he needed it and called, the sense of temporal understanding, the ability to move with the enemy, and his sixth sense, none would come. Another breath, and then he moved forward, vehicles... Shit, moved, but two were on the far side of the compound. Those two were still there.