"Get a gun, you're coming with me to fight him. And that's an order, do you understand?"
[i]Treyman no longer sounded like the caring, chill and overall relaxed man he normally did. When he put on the armour, he was a commander and would lead with an iron fist, no matter the cause. He needed Sylvie as bait and had to quell the enemy forces quickly so he could return to combatting the Afflicted, so he would try to do what he could. [/i]
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