[Fluffie]

"Mathers, secure the room and see if there's anything useful."

Fluffie's voice was loud enough for the other to hear in the room, booming with a commanding undertone. The corporal himself kept his SMG aimed at the wounded Marine, making his way back around the counter and approaching him. He kicked the Pulse Rifle away, in a direction where Mathers would easily see it, adding to their reserve of bullets. Continueing with a quick check of the blood covered body to make sure the man wouldn't produce any more dangerous objects, Fluffie grabbed the man's chin, excersising enough pressure to make sure he knew he was serious.

They needed assistance...

"Make it quick and secure our exits."

Not much time had passed since Fluffie had given his earlier orders, but this follow up seemed logical and safer. That done though, he focussed on the wounded Marine again, giving him a serious and slightly annoyed, mean look. Fluffie wasn't happy with this invading force present and he made sure to let the invader know. He took in a short breath and let his eyes gaze over the man's uniform and armour, trying to spot anything he'd recognize. At the same time, he spoke, not so loud as when he had given Mathers his orders, but clearly audible in the room.

"Why the **** are you here?"