Now Daemon wanted to grit his teeth, but the left side of his face was posing an obstacle.
He bent down, and faced the opened eyes of Angel in silence. After closing them, he took the latter's sniper rifle after he freed it from his hands.
He returned inside, and failed to find any of his teammates. A sad smile played on his lips for a moment. For the first time, his teammates reacted faster than him. Angel jumped before him, while the rest welcomed the blast to dampen it no matter how slightly. And that left them in too small pieces for him to find much.
Not long later, he left the half destroyed building with his gait steady despite the wound. His expression was steely, and his eyes coldly indifferent.
He chose one of the guards they had eliminated while cleaning the killzone, and moved him to Angel's body. He placed the former beneath the latter, and froze for a second, seeing the destroyed back of his friend's head.
