[center][h2]Corporal James Hunt|Down Time at Fort Breda[/h2][/center]

James had wasted no time in getting his clothing packed and, after considering things for a moment, packed his Viper and it's holster as well. He knew most of the squad wouldn't bother bringing even their sidearms, let alone their rifles, though those had to, reasonably, be checked into the armory before they left, a process which he'd already made sure was being done as there was one of the quarter masters going to each member and securing the rifle before they left their barracks. James himself had been waiting at the place where Lord Barst had met them for about five minutes when Lily and Eris showed up, though he'd packed perhaps the least out of anyone else. Three changes of civvies, his swim suit, a more formal suit for a dinner date he intended to ask [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2347763]a squadmate[/url] out on Saturday, the essentials for keeping clean and fresh smelling, his flask, and his pistol. Where he saw Reinhardt coming with her luggage, he started to wonder how many of their new squad members had actually unpacked.

However, as his eyes drifted to the pocket that held the second envelope that Barst had given him, James couldn't help but frown again. Intelligence division had a habit of making everyday soldiers their tools in conspiracy theories and wild goose chases when they should be on the front lines ensuring that the Imps didn't gain anymore additional ground. The aristocrat's words still echoed in his mind as well. [i][b]"Keep this quiet and let the squad enjoy their Saturday. On Sunday I have a task for you. Gather the squad and follow the instructions in this letter."[/b][/i] He decided he wouldn't crack the seal on it until Saturday night when he'd turned in for the evening, but until then, his fear, worries and concern for the squad's well being would be a knot in his gut he knew he wouldn't be able to shake.