Louisiana stood rigid as he heard Carolina bark his name alongside those of Indiana and Hawaii, "[color=00746b]Yes ma'am![/color]" he shot out reflexively before jogging towards the veteran freelancer to listen in on the plan. As carolina spoke, Louisiana snagged his own pistol and racked the slide to ensure there was nothing in the chamber before he snagged three magazines. The first was slid into his weapon which was then holstered on his waist before being met by the other two as they were clipped on as well. "[color=00746b]So i'm playing scout? Eh, works for me.[/color]" He said with a hint of amusement in his tone. The prospect of being the lookout was both an interesting and refreshing one for Louisiana, after all, his strongest abilities lied in the arming and disarming of explosive devices, and while he loved doing so with a passion, the idea of playing a different role excited him. Louisiana glanced down at his pistol and smirked beneath his helmet. His main weapon was a light machine gun, a hefty weapon with a kick to match it's weight, something that often forced him to seriously barrel down on it whenever he needed to shoot. With the considerably lighter recoil and weight of the pistol he'd have very little trouble taking shots from up on high to cover his team, all he had to do now was hope he could get at least one of the other team out before he was noticed.