He felt the slug hit him just to the side of the heart, and grunted as his adrenaline kicked in, helping him power through the wound. A sudden burning of his chest indicated that he was wounded, which only fueled more adrenaline, and he stabbed once, thrice, five, seven times to the chest and throat, as he lost control of his instincts, fighting on pure gut. He rolled off the now corpse, stopping to slit its throat from ear to ear, all the way to the bone, just to make sure. He planned to burn the corpse before he left, just to make sure he didn't come back as a vampire nazi ghost or something.<br/><br/>He pushed himself to his feet, and finally looked down, noting the hole punched through his breastplate by the bullet, like a steel jacket or a solid steel slug, before carefully reaching into the hole and and checking to see how deep it was. He frowned, before suddenly pulling the breastplate half off, and a cold iron plate, so long under the armor that he barely even noticed the burning sensation from it against his skin, fell out to land on the floor, a sizeable dent in the half inch plate, but the bullet had clearly been stopped by the extra plating just under it, right over his left lung. It might even had hit his heart, cause of the twist he had added to the rush, trying to minimize his profile without sacrificing speed. He quickly shook off his near shock, and shoved the plate of cold iron back under his breastplate, tightening the straps, before turning to the four space goats. "Any others in here, or just you four?"<br/><br/>He moved to the table, and quickly began cutting the leather straps holding the male down, getting an arm loose before handing him a dagger to cut himself the rest of the way loose, and moving to the scientist. "So, wanna explain the REAL reason for coming here captain? Cause a science mission, I doubt your ship was on."