James follows the large man; Bishop, he thinks, into the Maze in silence. He pulls his crowbar from the strap on his back and idly twirls it between his fingers as the group congregates inside the doors. When Bishop tries to start conversation again, James presses the prying end of his crowbar against the wall and scrapes it down the concrete. He quickly goes back to twirling the crowbar, smiling. 'Gordon's been with me since I was, what, 15?' He thinks, the crowbar turning to a blur as he twirls it faster and faster. 'Hell, I haven't used another weapon other than my knife since....' The smiled is wiped from his face, replaced by a frown. 'Since before.' James tosses the still spinning crowbar lightly into the air, catching it with his off hand. He was eager to get this over with; no point lollygagging. James turned to the group.

"Ready?"