[Armed Slig]

As he had seen the Scrab, his very fist reaction was to yell "Look out!". His buddy Iggi was ran forward, but a squeel was heard as it was thrown back behind him by the Scrab. He opened fire, not caring if the stupid Mudokun terrorist had been hit or not. He had killed that Scrab just as it sharged at him. His red eye shifted to Iggi, and then back to the Mudokun. He took the butt of his gun and slammed it against his head, dragging him by the feet to the nearest interrogation room for questioning on the exact locations of the nests. He hadn't thought about Iggi's bruised body laying there. He figured the Slog could take care of himself. Upon reaching the room, he threw that Mudokun at the farthest chair from the room and stood in front of the now closed door. The room was pretty much empty eccept a table and two chairs. A ventilation entrance also was on the ceiling, but too far up to reach. He aimed his machine gun. Behind where Bill was standing was a few sploches of blood left by un-cooperating Mudos. He grinned, if you could call it that, and barked aloud for Bill to hear. "Gimme the nesting locations and Scrab strongholds!" The race was on to save the Slig race of the Necrum Mines. Sure this terrorist was trying to save his own kind, but did he really have to do it by planting Fleeches. Although mean and cold-hearting, these Sligs were slaves too. If only they had enough brains to do something about it.