Ray hadn't been up and ready when the first call had gone out, but once Rich had been stopped and they had a better idea of what they were dealing with, he'd strapped on a boson pack and headed out.

He marches through the Lovecraftian wasteland, blasting anything that seems likes it's even thinking about attacking him. The scientist in him is fascinated, but not enough to stay around any longer than he has to. Hell was bad enough, this was worse. If only due to the fact that Satan had been willing to let them go, and they had a good idea of the way out. Ray had no such reassurances here.

"Justice? Can you hear me?!" He shouts, vaporising a tentacle that gets just a little too close for comfort.