[center][h2]Lance Corporeal James Hunt|Road to Vasel[/h2][/center]

James nods and leads the way into the field running along the side of the road, not bothering to pay too much attention to what Rousseau was saying for the time being. He had a job to do and it was one he was rather good at. Getting closer to the tank, he signals to slow down and crawl on their bellies to avoid being seen. "Man," he whispers, "really wishing I'd put that scope on this rifle now."