[h2][center]John[/center][/h2]

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the building the radio was buzzing about, a few people had seemed to show up and John could only imagine what horrors these individuals saw...as far as this outbreak went. He still had much more horrific stories about his military escapades but they were for another time, maybe never. However, at this moment he needed to get inside so as they pulled up he got on the radio.

[color=007236]"Captain Krueger to 8th street. Captain Krueger to 8th street. We have arrived and need immediate entrance over..."[/color] After making the response he would hold his rifle in a way that would allow quick movement for aiming if necessary but not enough to immediately escalate a possibly simple situation into something more serious. However as he sat there waiting for a response he noticed a figure approaching the building. He couldn't get a great visual on him, assuming it was a him, so he raised his rifle up to look through the scope, ignoring the chick next to him declaring "don't shoot him" and what not. He peered into the scope to take a good look.

[color=007236]"Ok..."[/color] He mumbled to himself as he opened the door to the car, placed his bag on his back and got out. His rifle was in a cautious position in case the man was to try something rather stupid. He bagan to approach him but stopped 15ft to his side. [color=007236]"You get a call from this place to?"[/color] He asked, more in the form of a comment rather than a question. His 1,000 yard gaze never left the man's figure, watching for even the slightest movement for a gun. The last thing he wanted was to have to kill someone he would have otherwise protected. [@Exit]