Looking at the Israeli, Jan replied, "Certainly errr... Amir." Smoking is what Sobieski did when he wasn't drinking, and he couldn't pass up the chance, as he had no clue when he would be able to binge or even smoke again. "Yes, Rand, I dared to touch the gun, that American isn't going to do anything to me," the Pole replied, again doing a few tricks with it, visible for everyone to see.
"The doors are locked, friend" Alice said to Rand as she got up from her chair. She listened to that Jan talking and his talk would hopefully not piss the commander of. She placed a hand over Rand's shoulder and patted it gently. "Now when things have cooled down a little bit, my name again, is Alice Wonderland. I am afraid I did not catch your full name, mister" She said kindly, trying to calm him down. He seemed rather upstressed.
Amir laughed lightly at the slight sarcasm. Jan was the second oldest here, yet still many years behind Amir himself. He supposed that he'd probably have the second most experience then, as he pulled his finger in a downward manner on the lighter to ignite the flame for the cigarette, he inquired about Jan's face, "So, how did you get that scar?". While waiting for an answer, he looked at the others around, one man tried - but failed - to open the door. He didn't pay much attention to it, it was the procedure he'd imagined.
Royce sighed, sitting down relaxed in his chair. He placed the feet on the table, leaning backwards on the chair of his. He observed how the members of the squad started adapt to the situation, talk with eachother, introducing eachother. He himself had already made enough of an introduction, as he turned his head to the side. He watched Deuce playing with his lighter, and with a smile on his face he turned the chair a little in his direction, still having the feet on the table. "You seem rather well-built. What do you do?"
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Amir laughed lightly at the slight sarcasm. Jan was the second oldest here, yet still many years behind Amir himself. He supposed that he'd probably have the second most experience then, as he pulled his finger in a downward manner on the lighter to ignite the flame for the cigarette, he inquired about Jan's face, "So, how did you get that scar?". While waiting for an answer, he looked at the others around, one man tried - but failed - to open the door. He didn't pay much attention to it, it was the procedure he'd imagined.
Inserting the now lighted cigarette into his mouth, Jan spoke with a stern voice between puffs. "Damn Russian piece of shrapnel." He glanced at the one who had tried to open the door with disgust before returning his gaze to Amir and his response.
A loud noise was heard as the door that the commander walked out trough crashed open with a powerful kick. Within the second, a man with a gas mask charged into the room with a semi shotgun in his hands. He was fully dressed in military equipment and his face was incapable of being seen behind the mask. He quickly launched a round trough the room, breaking the very chair that Jan sat on and making him fall to the ground "EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND! ON BACK! HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD! FACE UP!" He shouted and targeted the shotgun at everyone in the room quickly. Alice leapt at him in order to make resistance but was met by a powerful smash in her chest by the shaft of the shotgun. She fell coughing to the ground, holding over her chest, coughing out a minor amount of blood. The voice that spoke was none the less than Field Commander Greg Apple. He opened fire again, this time on the TV just on top of Jan, making it shatter. All this happened in a matter of a few seconds. He turned his head to Jan, who carried the gun "DROP THE GUN!" He roared at Jan, loading the shotgun once more, preparing to launch another round.