06-15-2010, 05:02 AM
Drake struggled for a moment as he put pressure on his foot. The pain was no longer there as he stared down at the dead corpse. "Thanks." he said grabbing his cutter and the pulse rifle from the dead guards. He looked up to Michael and sighed once more. "Why don't you check the lockers. Maybe there is something there we can use." he said, he was still troubled by his near miss. He could feel his hand trembling slightly before he clenched it and ignoring the ever growing fear in himself.
