"Eh, suppose so. I've had people shooting at me my whole life, so I wouldn't know." Dave shrugged innocently, pushing the door to the shack open to find.. no one! He [I]was[/I] going to give Sarah the .308s as a peace offering of sorts, but.. apparently not. "...Y'know, I thought Red was the nervous type who never left your side for too long, yet..." The English merc said, slowly piecing together what was going on. The desk was knocked over, and Sarah's M1911 lying on the floor. That only spelled 'oh shit' - it was pretty obvious she didn't just go for a stroll around the camp. "That's not good..."

Two armoured men could be heard marching toward Levi & David from behind, causing the latter to turn and tilt his head with a confused look. "What gives? Boss?"

The hairy-looking, muscly figure Dave called his boss threw a single heavy punch at Levi, aiming to knock him out whether he was facing his direction or not.