[color=fff79a][i]"Hmm... Not entirely..."[/i][/color], Horus responded in his cracked, gasping voice. [color=fff79a][i]"I haven't had a chance to explore the other floors of the bank building, so God only knows what's up there.",[/i][/color] Horus continued, [color=fff79a][i]"And, if we're leaving Carter here injured, someone's gotta look after him. Seems like your on your own."[/i][/color], Horus said quite frankly. Horus had perfected the technique of Bluntness, and used this conversation stopper so well it seem to conjure a verbal wall on whatever argument he was participating in. Horus, picking Carter up and slinging his arm around his shoulder, grunted in response to the new weight on his back. [color=fff79a][i]"God, son, your like the world's heaviest back-pack."[/i][/color], Horus chuckled at his own  mediocre joke. Starting to haul Carter to the stair-well, Horus looked back to Greg and smiled under his rusted mask. [color=fff79a][i]"Take this, it's dangerous to go alone..."[/i][/color] Horus joked again, pulling his cavalry lance from it's holder and handing it to Greg. Horus laughed once more, a dry, deep-bellied laugh that unnerved both soldiers. With a few more steps, Horus soon trailed Carter towards the stairs and up towards the 2nd floor