Before Bentley could call out, Dr. Cambria had put a hand on the younger man's shoulder forcefully, urging him not to act out on anything.

The occasional gunshot echoed through the thin air, each one making Bentley more worried. Cambria had scooted towards the edge of the tank, carefully concealed. He couldn't quite get a visual on Evan or the remaining soldier from here, and Bentley sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to peek out.

A very, very long minute passed before a Circle member came running up He didn't stop for pleasantries (who could blame him), but went straight for cover, kneeling with a snipe rifle in hand. He pressed a button on his headset, tuning into Cambria and Bentley.

"Word is you need help," he said. "This guy should be the last Gladsheim sucker out there."