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Ten couldn't help a smirk in Nine's direction. He didn't have a single doubt that she would use the gun on him; which, in turn, would be disastrous on her part. Wouldn't want to kill the only doctor in the group. He made his way to the other chests in the room and grabbed up everything medical he could find, including any daggers that were laying around. A part of him knew that the gun he found in his chest was a special kind, so only the right type of ammo would work. It was almost guaranteed that he wouldn't find any more ammunition for his weapon of choice.

After loading his medical bag full of the equipment, he turned once more to the soldiers and their leader. Ten's eyes looked the man over and he gave a short nod. The words definitely settled very easily in his mind, and his gut was telling him to trust in what the man was saying. The group had no other choice at this point if they wanted to make it out of here alive.

[color=slategray]"For what it's worth, something tells me to trust the guy. The soldiers, I'm not getting a vibe from. But the leader...Yeah, my gut is saying to follow him."[/color]