Rak's face deadpanned at his orders. Unggoy, really? Now that was just.... insulting. But alas, there was nothing he could do about a direct order such as that. While the rest no doubt too up positions in front of or beside the door, he took a leap upwards, hanging -over- the door instead. He'd probably wait for everyone to pass, then head in quietly.... And roof-bomb everyone.

And..... Was that a heretic finger in his mouth, held like a damn cigar?