The Medic eyes the uniform chosen and says, "I hope you can run as fast as ze clothes vould indicate, Doc; you've chosen ze get-up of a scout. Here is ze corresponding veaponry."

The first thing handed over is a rather short double-barreled shotgun; the second, a snubby-looking pistol; the third, a metallic baseball bat.

"Mind ze cone of fire on ze scattergun, you're far deadlier up close zan at any sort of distance."