"Oh no. Oh no!" For the first time, Dunston had broken character to show terror in his eyes. "We've got to go! Now!" They started to dash in different directions.
The ramp door to the Bell Boeing V-22 Osprey, lowered as they we about to land, the VTOL, landing vertically, as Slyas walked out first followed by Stefon, then Ruven. The rest of Sigma's Elite team followed...
Ruven wore his chest plate and his boots. On his back were his artillery canon, his sword on his hip. His shoulder had a new sound system ready to burst someone's eardrums in the direction pointed. Instead of a helmet, he just had a pair of glasses that had the same function as his visor. On his arms, energy canons.
Stefon looked at Ruven, "So bring back Dunston? That's it?" Ruven looked at him before speaking and it was a glare, "Yeah that's it. You make it sound simple and easy."
The shorter German one spoke, "It should be easy." He chuckled, "You apparently had a vendetta against him but you two were practically hugging and kissing when people turned their backs."