"Chump change." Armond laughed.
Cyborg laughed heartily, "Hell, I'll spend the night with Robin for that much."
Robin flicked his hand beneath his chin, "Fuck off."
"And Robin, no command hi-jinks." Redfield pointed a direct finger at him.
He groaned, "No shit."
"He means it. None of that alpha male bullshit." Armond added.
Beast Boy and Cyborg were taking their time going over the weapons. Beast Boy, of course, picked up the sub-machine gun, "How about this?"
Armond only nodded.
There was a loud cocking sound. "I'd like to keep this handy for close encounters," a wide grin painted Cyborg's face, the massive, ten-gauge shotgun in his glinting with the florescent light above.
Monte crawled slowly into the nearest room – a storage closet. A couple meters away, the burning body of what was once Slade. He assumed Collins was in there too, burning up before it had time to grab him. Monte couldn't remember clearly; he'd just known that a Molotov cocktail was thrown by his hand. What the fuck was Monte doing stumbling around in the dark? With the high amount of blood loss, it didn't matter. Monte was going to die anyway. But he was just aware enough to watch something stumble by. It looked liked Gregor... or Jinx – Monte couldn't tell, whatever it was.
Being silent was an art and Monte prided himself on such feats. Within moments, the monster was gone. Where had it come from? Judging from the angle, it looked like the infirmary... which meant it was probably empty now. Monte gathered what little bit of strength he had left, crouching in front of the cracked door. He peered out of it, seeing nothing. No point in saying hello, he thought, quietly moving to the infirmary. Just like everywhere in the outpost, the thing was destroyed. Broken tables, sparks and lots of dying fires. It hit him that perhaps there were still good areas of the base... though probably not.
But the storage room... it was open. Maybe he could just wait there a while... see what happened.