Maurice grimaced as he moved into position, and readied himself. [i]These youngin's,[/i] he thought, [i]wastin' time on theatrics. Gasoline? Bah. Burns too fast, and that's if you manage to light it before it evaporates. Should have splashed the escape routes, and lit those up, set up a good kill zone, make it harder for them to scatter...[/i]

He continued grumbling to himself about how he would have done things differently if [i]he'd[/i] been put in charge of the operation. Still, he wasn't about to complain- opportunities to scrap it out back home had slowed down, and he never turned down an assignment with a potentially high kill count. Siracha City's unusual current events was a rare opportunity...

From atop the roof, looking through a glass panel, rifle at the ready, he rolled his eyes when Da Xia had finished. He settled on a first target, and noted several others, the plan being to provide cover fire and keep them from overwhelming her. He was meant to await a signal or particular event/action, but preferred to "take the initiative" on missions- "Why, hello, there, [i]slack[/i]; yes, do take my hand, and I'll pick you up-" he muttered to himself. He couldn't help but smile, with an odd look in his eye, as remembered the phrase, "like shooting fish in a barrel", and proceeded to open fire.