IC: Silph looked down, recalling his pair of pistols. Old fashioned as they were, they were built to last, and he trusted their reliability. He then realised the implications of guarding the so called basement. He raised a hand "The basement appears to be unkempt and full of animals, somewhat an obsolete area. Unless it is to be renovated, not a job for myself, then what would the point be of myself guarding it?" Typically not bothering his rear unless instructed, he ignored the demand for security. Someone else could do that.
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Slash nodded in acceptance of his task. His pack whirred as he lifted into the air. He saluted before heading off out of the cafeteria on a slow patrol of the first floor, before hearing the announcement calling for security at the lab. That included himself. He turned around and reached back for his weapon out of the sling. Awkwardly turning trying to grab it, he decided he'd replace the sling later with a magnet or something, simple enough to weld on. In the meantime, however he zoomed to the lab. Apon arriving, he looked around and analysed the situation. Two Mudokons and two Vykkers were being targeted by the Snoozer. He raised his firearm to help keep a check, keeping the safety on his his other hand nearby "So, what's the situation?" he asked the group.
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