[i]Wilson seemed to be salvaging weapons and gear left behind, picking up rifles and ammunition belts. He kicked those too destroyed away from him, and moved on, taking what he could carry.[/i] You are one UGLY bast*rd, you know that? [i]He said, carrying an M60E6 over his shoulder, three ammunition belts on his other.[/i] You should really get the whole parasitism Martian bullsh*t checked out. [i]He laughed.[/i] ~~~~ [i]The three moving in step disappeared in a cloud of movement, leaving the lone single figure in the center, who dodged the rounds, moving with an uncanny ability. Landing back to Phoenix's right, he spoke.[/i] Maybe next time, firebird. [i]With that, he disappeared.[/i]