Uncloaking, Shadow removed his blade from the guard's skull, turning off the Plasma rim in order to wipe the blood off it. Just what in the fuck was with the con-jobs tongue? He had seen it out of the corner of his eye and it unnerved him. Not enough to help the guard but enough that he didn't want to stick nearby.

"We should push through 33 onward through to 34."

Testing the plasma setting on his blade to make sure it still worked - it did- he set it back into it's sheath and pulled out his pistol. Checked the clip, loaded full of Hydra venom, a nerve agent designed to kill fast. The gun was fine, as he knew it would be but he couldn't help but feel paranoid about his gear. It only takes one fuck up....