Mission 4 - Ending -EDIT- Storming down the hallway and looking a little peeved, the black helicopters blades bouncing in an irritable manner behind him, Backdraft was walking away from the Medical Center, where he could still clearly hear shouting and raving from the Medics about that new virus that was going around. I dont have it he scoffed haughtily, thinking to himself. Pit, if I had it Id be tearing things apart. Besides, I dont feel a bit of difference. Continuing to walk down the hall, he nearly bumped into Half Pint, the littlest Guard. Well, more like nearly squashed the littlest Guard under his pede. He moved his foot to avoid stepping on her little legs, growling at her.
Stubborn Jackaft Already ticked off beyond belief from the fight with organic demons not a few minutes before, Backdraft was sitting down on one of the couches in the rec room, grumbling and trying to bend his mangled leg back into place, coolant pouring out from one of the tubes, dripping in waves on the ground. He never liked accepting help from any medics, not to mention that the medic on-call that night was Hijak, and that fragger just hated his ever-living guts, and vice-versa. Backdraft simply sat there, harrumphing and grunting every now and then, pushing down the armor on his leg. Whatcher deal, Backdraft? Whodja get slagged by this time? Backdraft glanced up at the Con who was s