"Mission abort; unknowns on field." Sergei says into his comm, mildly annoyed.
The brat wasn't supposed to have back up, and now they had freaks coming out of the woodwork. He stops short of the oil slick bomb, but the blast at his head forces him to turn around see who his attackers are.
"Oh, really? Well, forgive me if your advice is taken with a grain of salt or two. You all must feel pretty tough with a three on one going, eh?" he says. He hasn't put down his gun.
When he sees the purple-eyed girl, he smirks.
"Really? What is the midget here gonna do? Bite my ankles until I say uncle?"
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