William grit his teeth. "Goddamnit, no...No!" He pumped his shotgun as he heard the all too familiar voice that he [i]despised.[/i] He wouldn't allow Din to be used for the sick experiments that his teammate suffered all those missions ago. He scanned his surroundings, desperately trying to find the Head of Death so that he could shoot him in the head.

It was bad enough Din was dead.
He didn't need to kill Din again when he became an experiment of the paranormals.

Will ran yet again, for the hiding Saurian. He was going to get a prisoner, if Din was taken. An eye for an eye. As he got close enough, he yelled out, "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, REPTILE BASTARD! AND DROP YOUR GUN!" He aimed his shotgun, ready to blast his head off if his foe didn't comply.