Agent Oregon had only just made it on board as the pelican took off, lucky not to take a real hit. It was hell maneuvering through everything. He was out really quick after he sat down.
Once they made it back to base everyone went on their ways he stayed asleep just a little bit longer. Once he awoke he quickly recalled a certain someone he had to promise to have a drink with, and shortly after a certain person who took one hell of a hit before they all got out of that hell zone. The most reasonable course of action go see the doc and the wounded. He quickly shuffled off to the med bay to check with them.

"[b]So dead man how you holding up? And doctor boy where's that drink we agreed on?[/b]"