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She straightened, the Belarusian watching as there was an ejection of something, of the commander it seemed. She managed to get a glimpse of the silver hair. She looked to Heavy, "I know who's in there." She remembered hearing the voice, and if the silver hair was an indication, then she knew exactly who was there causing trouble.

Francis whimpered in pain as he felt the same thing Spy was, only his pain slightly duller as usual. But it was still very there and he just wanted it to stop, "Please... make it stop..." But he knew it was impossible.

"I'm sorry Francis, we can't do anything. I'm certain its just about over. So close to being over. I promise!" Matthew said, trying to reassure him.

"Oh, come on you frog. You are tougher then this.. come on. Just hold out a little longer."

Ragna was a little surprised to see Yuzuki transform as such. "Wow...... Just wow. That much in just that? Didn't see that coming.." He told himself, shaking off the sight and transforming his blade into his scythe.

"Man, just what the hell are these things?" Soap asked himself as he stared in disbelief at the wierd-looking people in front of him. "If I didn't know any better, I could have sworn that I was in Japan or something.." He told himself as he pulled out a smoke and easlily lit it.

((Hopefully this won't be something that'll interfere sweatdrop ))

Scout's eyes were huge with disbelief. "Damn! Did he really take off Spy's arm just to test the MEDIGUN?! Ta think I used ta tease 'im 'bout that thing!" "R'venge? Oh, ya mean on Spy, right? Uh, well, not 'pletely, but, uh, it is kinda weiyad seeing tha guy strapped to a table an' missin' a limb." He flinched at that and glanced up to the RED Spy before going back to the mask. What could he do? This was his Medic for crying out loud! Ugh. Maybe if he continued to small chat, then he'd come up with a plan. "An', yeah. He found this girl from some place near Russia, I guess. She's a pretty girl, bt kinda creepy. She's got a thing for knives... Funny thing though, her name sounds like Sasha. She's Natasha. Aint that somethin'? 'Ey, Doc, outta curiousity, how'd ya git Spy? I mean, ya know I'm always trying to clonk the guy ovah tha head, so how'd ya get ahold a him? Ya used meds, right? Shoulda known. So how's it been, man? Think Solly's drivin' Cyclops an' Snipah nuts while we're gone?" Medic was probably used to him continuing on like this. Scout tended to get nervous around him to begin with...

Sirius uses his wind powers to try and turn the pod back towards them and crash it near them, whoeever was in it must be valuable.

Of course Medic would cut to the point. He usually did, even back home when they weren't in a battle. Still, Medic had a point. Scout probably should get the ******** out while he could, but he didn't want to leave his old and new teammates behind... Especailly not after how pathetic Spy had seemed being on the table with nothing covering his face and all... "He looked up and frowned while he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess ya right, Medic. Aftah all, you wre pro'll busy an' shtuff... But I hafta bring Spy back with me." He quickly took his bat and made a swing at the Doctor, aiming for his stomach rather than the usual head shot since he didn't really want to hurt the man. If he could stun Medic or make him fall back far enough, he could probably cart Spy out of the infermary. Worst comes to worse, then he carries the man out on his back... Though, it would be weird carrying a naked frenchman on his back...

((Hehehehe....))

Germany was still going through the halls of the place, when suddenly there was a fairly prominent yet strong pain in his stomach, as if it had been hit. He quietly grunted a little, bending over as he held his stomach before straightening. There was definitely a German here. But most likely the enemy. He sighed. He'd just have to deal with this then. He could deal with that. Unfortunately, he was used to being the 'enemy' so to speak.