The Soldier squirmed and thrashed out from under the beam as soon as it was lifted enough for him to move, and he threw up sand from the bottom he had been trapped upon as he righted himself. He still had the briefcase clutched in his hand but the other was probing at his shoulders to make certain that the damage was not anything that would require immediate attention. Bruising, significant amounts of it and some scrapes, but otherwise, he could carry on with the mission.

He shook himself off in the water and looked at the cheerful blond that had come to his rescue. He owed that one, didn't he? "Nothing I can't handle." He cleared his gills and blew a few bubbles before adding softly, "thanks for helping me."