Dempsey woke up first, strangely. He had slept quite poorly, unfortunately. He turned over to fall back to sleep when he saw the mad doctor, curled up in a small ball, still fast asleep. " How cute." Dempsey said sarcastically as smacked the Nazi in the face, startling him into alertness, " N-Nein... vati..! I d-dont vant to go in zhe- In zhe closet!" He screeched as he woke, backing away from the intruder of his sleep, trying to cover himself up. He felt oddly cold. When he opened his eyes, he saw the reason. Dempsey and him sat together, naked on the floor. Tank sat there quietly, before he broke the silence. "This is kinda awkward when I'm not fuckin your brains out..." "My ass hurts, Dempshey." "Well my dick hurts, so quit bitchin about it." Dempsey retorted. Doctor Richtofen simply scowled and stood up, searching for his and Dempsey's clothing. He tossed the articles to Tank before dressing in his own, straightening it carefully as he cleared his hair from his face. " Well aren't you mister beauty queen?" Tank smirked and chuckled at his comment, earning yet another glare from the Nazi. He walked down the hall, past the Speed Cola machine and up to the power room in search for the box. He kicked it, watching a large assortment of guns pop up, before he ended up with a commando, which pleased the doctor to a certain degree, but he knew, of course, that he would have to get another weapon later. Or, perhaps he could steal a weapon from Dempsey... - Nikolai, displeasured that he still had yet to find his vodka that he had dropped when he first boarded the lander, decided that he would take on the roll of Sherlock Holmes to find his damn poison drink. He searched every nook and cranny, searched for clues, still no luck. He rounded the corner and walked back down the stairs towards the pack a punch machine for god knows what reason, and sat down next the the big machine of wonders. "Fuck Sherlock, I'm tired." He sat there, dismal and quiet, until a figure appeared next to him. He looked up at the man, who was totally ignoring him, just pack a punching the HK-21 that was in his hand. The man smiled and laughed happily, making it obvious to the Russian who it was, " Takeo?" "Yes, Nikorai?" he asked, pulling out a small glass bottle and pressing it to his lips, Wait a second- "HEY, THAT'S MY VODKA!" Nikolai howled, leaping up from his seated position onto the Japanese man, wrestling him on the floor for his precious life line. Takeo won eventually, sitting on the man's chest, still drinking the vodka to the last drop, the Russian flailing beneath him, desperately grappling for the empty bottle that Takeo was holding just out of his reach. Takeo grinned devilishly, "Foorish Russian! This not your vodka anymore!" He chortled, almost as sickly sweet as the doctor, before thrusting his hand downwards, the bottle colliding with Nikolai's head, knocking him out cold. "Good... Good... zhis is just vhat I needed," a voice that only Takeo could hear said, "Take him avay. Hide him vhere no one vill ever see him again." "Yes, my master. I wirr arways obey you, no matter the consequences," She giggled childishly, "Now, we just need to find zhe ozhers to make zhem play a game vith us too!"