James didn't say anything when the sergeant asked for their opinion on the operation. In all honesty, it seemed sound enough to him that he wasn't super concerned with execution yet. Then one of the other guys gave a big old patriotic speech about how they should be making the other guy die for their country and he shook his head as he kept watch as one of three on duty for the time being. He tuned out anyone else talking so he could focus back on his duty. [i]Heh, funny the only time I ever take my duties seriously is in the field. Riserre always hated that.[/i] As he sat looking out, he thought he heard gunfire. He tapped three times on the driver's compartment, signaling a stop. "I think I he-" There it was again, a series of shots.

Jumping down, he took off towards the source and stopped, listening. [i]Come on...where is it...[/i] Another shot, off to his left. [i]There![/i] Moving through the brush, he came out in time to see a Gallian soldier rushing an Imperial trooper with a...katana? [i]Later, time to do my job.[/i] Bringing his rifle butt to his shoulder, James took aim, putting the sights on the man's chest, and quickly feathered the trigger, six shots leaving the barrel, and six shots found their mark. The Imperial fell over, blood coming from the holes in his chest, but James kept his rifle up and the barrel pointed at the woman. He'd heard of tricks like this, where they sacrificed their own troops to lure in enemies with a false sign of distress. "Identify yourself or I will fire."