James returned the Sergeant's salute and listened to him speak and describe everyone's job. At least he wouldn't be the only Scout in the unit. And he liked the Sergeant's description of what he did. [b]"And me, well... I just shoot shit. What about the two of you?"[/b] James thought about joking around, seeing how easy it was to get a laugh out of the guy, but decided against it. Pulling his Gallian-3R, he pats it lovingly, despite some of the strange looks it garnered.

"I'm a scout, Sergeant. Go out and look over enemy positions and strength and relay it back along with medium range fire support. I have put in for training as a Sniper, but command hasn't gotten back to me on that yet." He wasn't going to let on that it was his life long dream to be one of the ace headhunters in the army, a guy who spent all day every day picking off Imps from a long ways off and then watching the others scramble around for cover. The thought made him smile a bit. He then looked at the other new guy, MacDonald, and waited for his reply. Though his equipment was a self explanatory thing. [i]Lancer. Can never have too many of those when dealing with armor.[/i]