[b]Hampus the Red, Neo's Rooftop Umbrella[/b]
"Alright... You, the one with the weird hat. Hold this man while we go down the stairs. I don't want him dying and messing up our disguise. Alright?"
Hoisting the unconscious guard up on Clifford's back, the two slowly made their way down the stairs with much complaining and bickering. At the base of the stairs, Hampus took the guard down from Clifford and hoisted him up in front of Hampus. Opening the door to the warehouse by a crack, Hampus didn't see any immediately noticeable enemies. Hampus turned to Clifford and spoke in a concerned whisper. "Hey, should we go through this guy's pockets? Maybe he wrote his name down or he's got some reagents we can use."

[b][s]Cheat[/s] SE Commandos, Siberia's Neo-Facility Parking Lot[/b]

The steady flow of hostiles seemed to be slowing down. Evidently, Umbrella couldn't afford to waste so many freaks. Jack Morgan, seeing a lull in the chaos, spoke into his headset. "Maintain current formations and wait for enemy forces to recede. When we get a chance, I want Squad Delta to clear the warehouse. Private Jones, you've got your CS Gas grenades this time, right?"

"Sure do! I [i]could[/i] just use that DMSO vapor grenade the eggheads spent so much time reverse-engineering, you know!"

"Negative. We've got confirmation that VIP pod 2 has landed on the roof. Assuming they're doing their jobs, they'll be inside. We'll gas the building, and find them later. They're supposed to have gas masks, so they should be fine."

"Sir, I've got confirmation of at least one other Roamer in the area. Big guy, got a hunk of metal and a crossbow for a weapon. Uh, he appears to have walked outside, killed a couple of biotics, and... went back inside."

"Acknowledged. The plan will go ahead, but ensure that you recover his body. Any Roamer that big's gotta be prime material for recruitment."