Tomahawk was grateful for the assist in any form, screaming soliders was a great assist and he was glad to have pushed for it. No generators, no coms, ever fewer men with rising empowered mutants, this was just a wash now. All that was left as a major opposition was a way to disable the sentinels. 

Still with the stockpile, he followed after the shaman into the maximum security area. What he saw was righteously disturbing as all the mutants were tearing into MRD's like they were MRE's. Each one had their own way of taking their vengance upon the downed troops, and he was here to help. 

"GUNS! ARMOR!"

He took a nook and opened shop to those who wanted a better chance to survive. When not covering with his shotgun as others armed themselves, there was his best tries and pop the dead collars off of them before they got reactivated. A brilliant idea came to him to try reconnecting the collars into a chain of sorts in case they needed a way to put a hole in the wall like a shape charge. 

"Forge, can we rig these collars somehow to work for us?"