[right][h2][color=#FF8C00][u]Just enjoying things in the end[/u][/color][/h2][/right]

With a grunt, Silas shouldered open the door.

And the first thing he saw was the butt of a gun whistling his way, he turned at the last possible moment, the buttstock missing his temple and instead striking across his cheek. With a stagger he keeps moving forward, and the big Lipoli medic bulls right into the poor fella, a private in the force. Probably the kids first roll out with the group he's with. He almost feels bad. They go down in a tangle. Legs and arms, if someone didn't know better maybe it'd look like something lewd. Right until a dazed Silas rears his own shotgun up and brings it down hammer style on the new bloods forehead.

Crack...

...crack...

...crack!

Three times. And only then does Silas' head stop ringing. Coming back around to see the kid gasping, his left eyes swelled shut already. Will he survive? Maybe...if someone else doesn't get to him first. Silas gets up, and looks around, and pumps a big 4 guage round into the knees of another enemy mark. His legs coming out from under him. Silas places a finger on the private he's straddling now, "Don't get up...you try anything and I won't be so nice next time..." Silas spits abit of bloody saliva to the side, "Fucking kids."

Getting to his feet he sweeps the room, "Well...this is fun." Finding nothing else to end, he gets to his feet.

Checking the room, letting Felix do his thing. By now it sounds like the rest of the fighting is winding down. Or slowing as something else happens. Silas peers out a window, "Ahhh heck...nothing is every truly over here in Polavia is it?" Silas looks to Felix, "You good?" But before he can see the answer Silas climbs down to ground level, "Who's this then?" He motions at Upswing, until he steps closer, "Well [i]Malaka[/i] another Reactor cast off."

He's about to step forward and check the team, his knuckle dusters glowing, when yet another face appears. SOmeone who knows Borys, and saying we busted up a business meeting. 

Silas groans, "Always something else."

His big shotty comes up and it kicks, but the pellets scatter as the dog he shot at phases then phases back in, "[i]Skata![/i] Alright...so we'ere beating feet?" He turns and scoops up a smoke canister off one of the bodies, "Eyes and ears!" He says as he pulls the pin and tosses it behind them, covering their escape somewhat. Always something else it seemed like.