Angel helps Semo up. The big man can't really move his right upper arm, although he still has full range from his elbow down - enough to aim from the hip and squeeze the trigger. With disturbing ease, Semo gets back on his feet, acting none the worse for wear despite the bloody charred swath of cooked meat.
Angel and Semo check the fallen Turai. There are no hand grenades hidden under the dead, no last words, no seemingly-dead Turai popping up again like the end of Die Hard. The female has been perforated. Stanhill's target is missing his brain. Angel's victim bled out from the throat.
The unarmored Turais' choice of clothing is odd. The female wears a sergeant's uniform over her native black undersuit, while the male is wearing a lieutenant colonel's uniform. They carry stingers in the 9mm holsters. Angel finds one of the blue widgets on the colonel as well. It's clearly active, and given a few moments of study appears to be repeating a message.
As for the Humvee, there's one empty suit of banged-up Turai armor stashed in the back along with what looks like a terribly shiny beer keg. It bears slight indentations from the Black Hawk's miniguns and some soot from the explosion but isn't punctured. There is also a handful of slightly-cooked M16s as well as various souvenirs ranging from boots to dog tags to bobbleheads to ears.
*Verrill, Paxton. Understood; that's great news. Medevac is en route to your position. Paxton out.*
Hugh's radio clicks again, this time with Kilgore's voice. It's faint, like he's keyed his radio but isn't speaking directly into it.
"Woah! Woah! Woah! Back the truck up there, Agent Sturgis. While I'm all for making sure none of those alien bastards comes through, I'm also obligated to inform you that burying the Gate might not prevent Earth from being attacked by the aforementioned not-so-nice-not-little-green-men-from-outer-space!"
*glances over to Taylor, keying radio to Hugh's command channel*
"...Furthermore, last time I checked, my paycheck doesn't come from the CIA or whatever wetworks-creepy-guys-in-skimasks Agency you work for. I'm under direct orders from Captain Verrill to keep the peace down here. Until he's countermanded, all you're entitled to right now is a front-row seat to the Freakshow that is aliens in heavy bondage!"
"Aliens. Yeah, OK," Sturgis replies, peering at Varos and She-Ra. "Look doctor, I don't know what that thing does, who these people are, or where they're from. I don't care. My job is to get you and everyone in here out safely and then bring 8 stories of rubble down on that donut. If you have a better idea, I'm all ears, but THAT" - pointing at the graveyard of bodies blocking the Gate - "is an abomination, and we are not going to leave our people like that."