There was nothing I could do for her. So I did what I could. I handed her a frag grenade, and to me she was nothing more than a blip of heat with these goggles on, "Die on your own terms. Not theirs." The stimms were beginning to wear off and I couldn't be caught lugging a wounded girl when the after effects hit. I could have gotten away with it too. But then I saw a massive blip of heat running towards me as I dropped her.
He heroically strolled over to the wounded Felinid, firing his boltpistol wildly at the enemy. At that moment I realized who he was, the Commissar. He didn't hit anything, but it looked cool as hell. I joined his bolts with some shots from my shotgun. Again, it didn't do anything, but it looked cool. And it made the enemy duck which was good because the less fire they lob at us the better.
The Commissar was a moutain of a man so it was easy for him to grab the wounded Felinid, throw her over his shoulders, and take off towards our lines. I outran him by a long shot and was already reloading my shotgun by the time I reached our trench. He placed the injured Felinid on the ground, and I could already see the Medicae spurring into action.
Then I saw that the Commissar had that evil grin again. He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Next time, make sure not to leave the syringe in the trench." He handed me the spent needle I had discarded and totally forgotten. He could have shot me then and there, but he didn't. I still wonder what he was getting at. Then it struck me.
"Mine duty?" I asked in monotone. He nodded smuggly, before replying, "Mine duty."