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

James sighed in relief when the tank didn't try to reacquire him, assuming he'd been blown to tiny pieces when the shell hit, and it let him watch the small exchange between the Imps in the shop. He didn't fire anymore rounds and instead took up what he called his speed snipe set up, setting a clip next to the loaded one and waiting. By his count, he had two shots left in his current mag, which was all he would need. The second was more to let him keep up the cover fire after he placed his shots. [i]Just gotta wait...[/i] He knew exactly who the officer was based on who was doing the most moving around, and kept his sights trained on the man. When it became apparent that they were going to make a break for it, James sprung into action, though sprung wasn't quite the right word.

Time seemed to slow down for the young and aspiring sniper, and for him, only the sights and the target on the other end of them existed. His breathing slowed and he counted to three in his mind. [i]One.[/i] He let his most recent breath out slowly, slowing the movement of the sights to a near stand still. [i]Two.[/i] He held his breath, steadying his aim even further as his finger slid onto the trigger inside the guard. [i]Three.[/i] And he squeezed the trigger, doing so twice in quick successions. The rounds found their mark, piercing the lieutenant's heart and left lung just as they were technically supposed to do. In reality, James had only been aiming center mass like he was trained.

Then he heard it, the sound of a collapsing building off to his right. Looking as he reloaded, and cursing when he pinches his finger in the process, his jaw drops. There had been three squad mates in that building. And then he realized the tank had realized that the man in the window wasn't dead. "Why the hell do you hate me?!" He screamed as he dove out the window towards the tank, the round audibly passing over him and exploding inside the house and bringing it down too. Still, he didn't move, even after he heard the sound of the lance fire and the impact of the round. Looking up, he smiled as it had impacted the spacing between the turret and the main body of the tank, destroying the gears and it seemed causing a misfire within the breach. "Sweet merciful lord, it's dead! Imps are going out the back of that store, we giving chase?"