Albert counted mentally. He was running out of bullets, so he pulled his backup clip and slid it into the gun, all while he kept steeled under his cover, and the newfound attempts to flush him down. He admittedly had done quite a number on these guys, and probably his actions were closer to the soldier he had been that the cop he was pretending to be. Then a voice, some female, was heard. Probably some of rank. Did they even have of those? Her words made the old soldier's stomach churn. [i]Pure? As if there's anything pure left in this world, you third class Nazi offshoot cow.[/i] He bitterly thought as he steeled himsef. The radio was silent, reinforcements were probably not going to arrive.

[i]Fine then. Albert, you always wanted to be a teacher. And these Kryptoc***s need a lesson.[/i] He added, as he cleared his throat. "Sorry love, can't do that. Because, one... you turned my mate into hamburger meat. Two, you're taking potshots at some lads. Three, I don't negotiate with terrorists. And four, because I am the goddamn [b]Gungnir[/b], and I won't cower just because a bunch of rabbits got rifles." He took aim once more, intending to keep retaliating to the bitter end.
"I wonder how many w*****s of you will be needed to take me down." He added, in a grave, sinister voice.