The Colonel turned around ever so slowly, leveling his rifle amidst the blaster fire, and sloped his finger across the all-too-familiar hair trigger.  He leveled his smoking gaze at the enemy and discovered the enemy to be no more.  He visibly flinched, lowered his rifle, took the blaster charger from his teeth, placed it in his pocket, and then turned to the doctor:<br/><br/>"Damn it.  This is the only thing I like nice and slow, and you always ruin it."<br/><br/>He seethed as he stood over one of the corpses, snatching his collar and lifting him up.  Poor drek.  He dropped him.<br/><br/>"I don't like it," he muttered.   "I thought that the guy going after Mercurial is loaded.  These punks can't even shoot straight.  We're getting baited out into the open."  He then stood up.   "I'm getting a hard-on.  It looks like we're about to see some action."