Luc lowered the top panel of his gun to secure the new belt of bullets he had loaded and gave it a belligerent thump closed with the bottom of his fist. This 'Death's Head' guy must have been serious business if they were aborting already. At first, Luc wasn't convinced that the immediate area was secure when he witnessed Burkley toss a grenade off to something out of sight, but by his gait following the action, there were no more contacts at least. "Dissected, you say? What, like a frog? Sounds like a psycho." Luc commented, scanning down his sights in case anyone was waiting to ambush them.

As everyone reached the little lady, Luc got to look over the squad and give a silent review to himself. The designated marksman, otherwise known as the walking tank, Michael, did his job rather well, all things considered. Rather than praise the cyborg, Luc avoided his eye-contact. Looking at a WREC trooper just seemed to make him cross at the moment. Burkley was effective as always, there was nothing much else to appraise him for as he coaxed their new captive in by gunpoint, and boy was their captive one ugly motherfucker. Angus was understandably quiet as he carried Din's remains up the ramp on his back. His expression was looking like it was hiding a failure on his part, and his new pallor confirmed it.

Luc gave him a nod as he walked up the gangway. "Nutcase rookie. He got the same fate assigned to any who go nuts like that." Luc shook his head, but he seemed surprisingly lacking in empathy for the sniper's death.

"You ain't the one who has to tell 'is family that, Luc." Angus said in a voice that spoke of experience in this matter.

"Correct, we're the ones who survive."

There didn't appear to be any more contacts that Luc could see as the ramp raised shut.

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On the flight back, everyone in the squad tried to steal a glance at their new guest. He was no threat while unarmed and cuffed as he was, but his presence was still unnerving. He might have been the one who threw the grenade and caused the damage to the corpse of Din buckled into a seat nearby.

Once the colour started to return to Angus' cheeks, he started looking curious behind his facial hair. He eyed the saurian and his markings in comparison to the others, noting that he had communicated with William as one point. "Oi, croc, you're not like the others, aren't you?" Angus asked with a raised eyebrow.

Luc butted in, speaking French while giving Angus a glare, [i]"Angus, don't even try."[/i] Luc tossed his glare to the saurian, [i]"This guy is just a killer, like the rest of them."[/i]

Angus sent Luc a glance, but wasn't fazed. He looked at the saurian neutrally and gestured to his chest, "My name's Angus, do you 'ave a name, mate?"

"Pfhah," Luc guffawed, crossing his arms and leaning back with a grin, [i]"You're going to make him think that you want to reproduce with him, saying that stuff, Angus."[/i]