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Hagen

Hagen reacted silently to Locke said, he turned and looked the drunk man over and kind of smirked and if it wasn't for the already apparent sign of apathy on his face it would have shown.
Alex was still slightly wobbling in place and he still focused on the section of air where Locke had held his hand up, apparently he must have been sure that they were still ahead of him. Hagen reached an arm under Alex's and pulled him away, doing his best to tug the man towards the door. It was becoming far more apparent however that he not only looked like a stiff drink, but smelled the same.

He gave Locke a reasureing nod of his head and the same stern look that his Sergent pervaded.
This was the same reason that Hagen hated alcohol, it made the body weak and the mind dim. Not only did he have to force the move of his squad mates body, even with each slugush step his right foot was doing more then enough but the left was asleep. Hagen began to wonder how Alex even managed to make it through the ship and into the room, lucky for him almost all the doors are automated.