In the back of the "room" where many individuals of all kinds from all sorts of worlds awoke, an loud grown was heard, then a second. Two cloaked individuals wearing red stripped helmets and strange facial gear pulled themselves up off the floor. One of the men had a crosshair on his helmet and shoulder while the other had a more rounded helmet with a flame in similar places as the crosshair on the other guy. The Sniper man looked about the room while the Flamer guy attempted to recover. 

"Did we get knocked out by those Yellows again? We should really start checking our six more often." The Flamer guy said, rubbing the back of his head. The Sniper guy slowly motioned to the Flamer to get his gun ready. 

"I don't think that's what happen...." He said, staring the strange people before them. It now obvious to them that they were not where they had originally been and these stranger were probably not from the city they had just been in. They didn't wear protective gear, unrecognizable weapons, or even have color coded markings to tell who side they were on. A strange place indeed. The two men sort of crouched their, guns ready, but not speaking much to the people before them. Perhaps they hoped that their presence would go unnoticed.