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[i]-Donny took the mask and put it on. He figured it wasn't bulletproof, not when such an advanced race had interstellar flight, teleportation, and very likely energy weapons rather than kinetic ones. From behind the gas mask, Donny's eyes dully regarded the pattern and positioning Dino's finger took as it operated the teleportation device. At least he may be able to reach the proper interface to choose a point to teleport to. For Donny to have been born with an eidetic memory, whomever the bigwig in charge of making men was, he certainly had a bad sense of humor. As the light encircled him, he could feel the little black strings of fate tugging at his heart. He was still hungry, but a true professional can work on an empty stomach and a promise of good things to come. He slipped his hands into his pockets, put on a slouch, and smirked.

Two men and a female. One aims a gun. Donny is calm, he knows of this breed.

The one called Shard moved closer, and introduces herself.

To him there are only two species. Those that give you a chance and those that don't. 

Donny introduces himself as well, because a reply is a natural thing and it humanizes the one you're pointing a weapon at, the conscience drags at the trigger finger.

Anyone who needs more than one chance is not deserving of another, and those who give a chance have their own taken away.[/i]

"Hello theyah missus Shard. I feel I oughtah tell yah thah truth. Admiral Gavin sahprised me with his frenetic demeanah, and Ah lied 'bout mah name to be careful. Do allow me tah intrahduce mahself for real. I am Marty. Marty McFly. And you sah, may I ask yah name?"

[i]Donny gently half turned towards the man who wasn't aiming a gun at his head, looking inquisitive. Abruptly a muffled bark sounded out from Donny's overcoat. A small, smoking hole had been made in the side of the coat facing Madot, and Madot himself was liable to have a similar hole between his eyes, at an angle that'd carry the spiraling, fragmented shrapnel of the R.I.P bullet into his skull cavity, effectively shredding his brain and destroying his central nervous system before he could pull the trigger. Such a thing would drop him like a puppet with its strings cut. Donny's pockets had holes in them for a wider range of concealed motion, and he had turned from the one pointing the gun so they wouldn't see the blink-and-you'll-miss-it bend of his elbow until it was too late, his silenced Glock going off from within his coat, flattened across his torso with the bullet proof vest guarding his skin against the hot gas and carbon emitted by the chamber. 

It looked like they needed to operate their devices to communicate. This would impede aiming, though their rifles weren't even at the ready. They'd have to choose between fighting or alerting Dino, but Donny supposed he should do his best to allow them neither. He didn't want that woman to scream as well, but some things are tough to remedy. He did not pause for thought after he shot at the man. Donny already knew what he was going to do.[/i]