The remaining mercs gathered in the spawning room, hoping to meet up with Bogdan so they could fill him out on the situation. Unfortunatly, their heavy wasn't there.
"Aw, dammit," the engineer, Ricky Maxwell, placed his hand over his face, "I forgot, the timer for respawn now changes at night. Bog's gonna respawn in the morning."
"Seriously?" Brandon looked at the short man with large eyes, "but we need our heavy here! Not dead!"
"Calm down, Brandon. We'll think of something," Sorrell placed his gloved hand on the scout's shoulder, "Since Bogdan is currently out of commission, we must work without him. We cannot sit and wait while that monster runs amok."
Brandon sighed and nodded in agreement, "Alright, fine. So how are we gonna fix Hugo?"
"Zhat will be difficult to figure out," Dolphus mused and scratched his chin, "Perhaps if one of us could get a sample from him, then Max und I could possibly find somezing."
The engineer nodded, "And I think we all know the best person for the job."
Brandon shrunk back as the team turned their eyes to him, "Nuh-uh! There is absolutely NO way I'm doing it!"
Later...
"God damn shit suckin pieces a turds..."
The scout grumbled profanities as he quietly trotted through the hall. He held the medic's ubersaw that he was told to jab Hugo with in order to extract some samples from him. Brandon was told that the monster was fast and dangerous, but it didn't seem to be very clever and could not maneuver sharp turns, especially on smooth surfaces. So long as he could outmaneuver the freak, Brandon should be able to escape unharmed.
Brandon paused at the sound of something clumsily tapping down the hallway in front of him. His heart rate picked up and he sucked in a breath. He could see the skinny quadrupedal creature aimlessly wandering the hall. It wasn't facing towards the scout, so it had yet to notice him.
Brandon waited until it walked into the intel room, where there was more space, before he dashed over to the now startled freak.
Both let out a shriek, one of fear and the other of pain as the scout drove the ubersaw into the black monster's thigh. The dark flesh rippled in a similar way water would when a small pebble was dropped in. Brandon leaped back as a scythe like arm slashed at him. For a brief moment his vision went white as he felt searing pain his left shoulder. Looking at his arm he quickly discovered why it hurt so much.
"ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME?" his left arm sat underneath the stumbling creature. Unfortunately, as Brandon was a leftie, he couldn't just run back to Dolphus for healing. No, he would have to grab his decapitated arm, which was still gripping tightly to the ubersaw, and get the hell out of there.
The monster shook its head and hissed at the scout. Brandon internally screamed as he pressed his back against the wall. He only had one shot at this, and if he screwed up he'd be dead till morning.
When the creature lunged forward, Brandon dived underneath it, snatching his arm as he rolled on the ground and quickly jumped back onto his feet.
'Runrunrunrunrun!' Brandon nearly hit the wall on his turn. He was losing a lot of blood, but he would make it back to the others before passing out.
And sure enough, as soon as he returned, the scout flopped face first onto the floor, "...medic..."