James Wolff, U-ARM Sector

The copters touched down and James stepped out of the holding area. Chicago, it continued to become more and more familiar to him, but at the same time it became an increasingly scarier place. As James walked down the street, he continued to keep having a slight urge to look behind him. He couldn't help but take a peek behind his back occasionally. A nervous tick? Maybe. Paranoia? Not out in Chicago. James looked forward and saw the two heavy gun emplacements. It appeared that the upcoming battle wasn't going to be a small firefight. No, this was going to be a real battle. This was just the lull before the storm. James looked around the area. As he walked towards the corner store, James gave a quick salute to Colonel Black. Once he entered he spoke into his radio 

"Attention all lookouts. Do not draw any attention to you other than necessary and minimize your presence. This means that you are not to fire your weapon unless you have no choice. You guys are our eyes. We lose you. Then we're blind. Leave the heavy lifting to us. L2, join Junko on the second floor of the corner store. You should have a overlooking position there. Your main priority is to make sure that nothing surprised us from the south. But, if Junko needs anything like for you to be her spotter, then you are to listen to her. L1 remain where you are, take cover behind that corner. If things get too hot, then fallback to the building to your east. Don't run into the street. Hop through a window. We don't want you to be exposed in the middle of the street. L3 take up position in the building to your south. We don't want you too far from us. Note to all units, never be alone. Always have at least one other person in eyesight. Sergeant, you go do what you do best, but please do keep us informed of where you are and what surprises you left. Don't want to accidentally walk into one of our own trip mines due to poor communication. Turret gunners, don't go crazy with the firing. Short, accurate bursts. I would rather have you actually hit something rather than waste 100 bullets in 3 seconds." 

James then looked around the munitions. Bullets, rockets and a bunch of munitions were ready to be sent to where it was needed. His eyes continued to scan the room until his eyes landed on something interesting "1,2,3-trinitroxypropane" on the label of a bottle. James smiled slightly. He grabbed it and began working on turning it into another suitcase bomb.