[center][h2]PFC James Hunt|Outskirts of Le Haye Sainte[/h2][/center]

James had listened to the plan and nodded as the Serge spoke. The whole thing was crazy and potentially suicidal, but he didn't see any alternatives to be taken, especially since he'd been one of the scouts to oversee the terrain. "I'll be ready to move with the rest, Serge."

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James moved through the underbrush towards the wall with the rest of the squad assigned to pull the Imps attention to the front of the village. He'd silently hoped that some reassignment would be in order and that he wouldn't be back in the direct line of enemy fire so soon, but it was what it was. When the reached the wall, he checked either side of him to see who he'd be sharing a grave with if they got unlucky and an MG survived the initial Lancer shots or a lucky grenade and found he didn't recognize either one. [i]Welp, at least I won't die alone.[/i]

Leaning up against the wall, he waited for the lancers to fire before popping up to fire himself. [i]Come on already, the suspense is killing me.[/i]