Anything touching that wound was going to smart like a mother, but Locus barely registers the pain at this point. Shock, maybe? No, he's still responsive enough to move, to follow orders and drag himself along, but it's obvious making it out of here alone wouldn't have been an option.

Of course, when one of the Elites starts bearing down on Washington, it's almost reflex to flip his rifle up into position, aiming just over Wash's shoulder and blasting at the part between armor plating at the creature's throat.

Too many lost, too many dead, Gates is gone, they're all gone, and if his rescuers fall too he thinks he might actually crack.