"Alright, you should be free to go now, Private First Class Dean," The guard guarding the clean-up site added. Dean had been cleaned from all of the nerve gasses, at the cost of having his whole clothing torched.
The rest of his squads had their clothing torched as well alongside having themselved decontaminated with special agents. Basically, it was a full decontamination chamber where you would be cleaned from top to bottom by robotic machineries.
Dean finished first and dressed up back into another woodland camouflage uniform that the military provided for him. It wasn't owned by himself, but it was certainly a very helpful thing to have during a time like this.
Sadly, even though the situation was quite dire, Dean couldn't do anything or help with anything since he had to take care of his own team. He would leave all of the day-to-day basis to Adams while he took care of his team from the shock of knowing a dirty bomb just detonated where they usually studied and lived.
