It would not be long before the room would be crawling with another marine fire-team, responding to the sounds of gunshots and explosions. The marines secured the area, of course finding no one, and then made sure of their captain's well-being.
"Sir are you alright? Let me help you with brother Ptolemes," he asked, but that offer would be refused by Kairo.
"He was injured protecting me. By carrying him, that is the least I can do to repay such loyalty," was the commander's response, which was true, but more, it was selfless and leadership by example, one of the most important traits of any leader. "What is our status?"
"The refinery is all but secured. Most of the Orks ran thanks to the swiftness of our attack. They took to the sewers. Our devastators should be taking care of them as we speak!"