Jim stood in the line with the rest of the S-SWAT underlings. The 34 year old war veteran had his opinions on giving the lead to someone who had not seen a warzone as far as he could tell, let alone fought the supernatural on one, but it was not like a soldier would refuse orders from the bigger shots. The worst thing about coming here had to be the fact that they had not allowed him to take his dog to the workplace, he hadn't spent a day apart from Findlay since he got him.

Just before their chief got to introducing themselves to each other and the department the phone rang and she was off to answer it. It didn't take long from Jim to add one and one together and understand that their first mission would be firing off really soon. He wondered what the situation was like as the phone call progressed and at the end was rewarded for his patience with the information he sought: Warehouse of zombies. Indoors locale, slow opposition. A shame there would likely be tight corners the squad could be surprised from. They would need to act carefully.

Like all the others, Jim made his way to his equipment. This would be a mission that suited his more mobile approach. He carefully donned his Trooper class armour, checked that his submachinegun was ready to go and pressed his Glock into the holster. He had always hated the balaclavas, but threw it on nevertheless. The taser, a couple of stingers, few portable smoke creation tubes and the medic's arsenal could all be found on his belt and he was ready to go.

"Raiders roll", he muttered to himself as he jogged to the vehicle that they would use to make their way to the AO. As he sat down, he rubbed his gloved fingers against the ECAS emblem on his shoulder. Just like the days of old... if a bit different equipment and there would most likely be no humans trying to kill you in addition to the walking dead. He'd have to remember to put the Hollow Points into use, they had been the best for this kind of thing back in the day.