Ustlear shakes his head, clearing the little sparkles in front of his eyes, as he feels the drugs flow through his system. He sighs quietly as the pain from his many scrapes and bruises seems to fade away. He recognizes the tell-tale signs of Combat drug, but this is different. He doesn't have that metallic taste in his mouth, but it is similar. He knows he will pay for this little respite later. But now, it is time to take advantage of the drugs and complete the mission.
'Better living through creative chemistry' he mumbles softly to himself, not realizing that he had left the circuit open allowing the entire team to hear his comment.
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