The plasma rifle's cell ran dry, as the last enemy fell, taken out by the others. Opus stood there for a brief moment, before removing the blade from the guard in a stream of blood and other bodily fluids, letting him crumple to the ground, holes smoking on his back armor where the torrent of fire had peppered him from his allies. As the agent joined the rest of the team, he flicked the liquid off the blade sharply, accidentally spraying Shuo lightly on his chest armor. His own armor was significantly more filthy, so he pressed a button on the side of his visor, and a light plasma sheen scanned the length of his body, burning it away with a slightly acrid smelling smoke. Once clean, Opus acknowledged Rareth, and spoke to the team as a whole.

"If I may interject, we still have no idea where the data center is. We should probably find someone who does know..." Opus looked around at the various bodies, pointing at each one in turn. "Dead, dead, dead, definitely dead... What about that one?" His finger fell on the tied up rebel, that Bit had taken out non lethally. "Good work on that one, Bit. Though you're lucky you didn't gas any one of us as well. It's nothing personal, I just... Have a distaste for nerve agents."