[center][h2]Lance Corporeal James Hunt|Post Battle[/h2][/center]
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James looked up from the Imperial he was attempting to bring back to consciousness when Rousseau walked over. [color=red]"Finished tying them up sir. A couple tried to jump me, I had to rough them up a bit."[/color] Hunt nodded, standing when it became apparent that the Imp wouldn't be returning to the land of the living, much like the last two, and limped towards the stairs to look up them as Sykora was grabbing weapons and bringing them down.

"Well, can't say it was a hard thing to resist doing, but what's done is done." He must have decided to look up as Sykora was finishing up, because she was next in line to report the status of her job.

[b]"All the weapons are outside. Propped on the wall near the door."[/b] Once more, James nods, not moving to avoid aggravating his leg too much, though there was still his shoulder to worry about. However, he eventually limped out and inspected the weapons. While the weapons were Imperial, he wasn't too concerned about it, since they all functioned pretty much the same way as their Gallian counterparts.

"Looks good Sykora, good job. Rousseau and you head upstairs and mai-" He was cut off by a very worried looking Skye, which was more than enough to get his attention.

[b]"Sir, I have some bad news. It seems the Sargent was hit pretty bad. I think he's unconscious right now. A few of the others are treating him right now."[/b] James could feel his heart skip a beat at the report, his mind racing to remember the chain of command. [i]I'm third, but who was above me besides the Sarge....come on....It was...Stichler! Best go find her.[/i] Hunt, determined, turned to his fire team.

"Alright, Rousseau and Sykora keep an eye on our prisoners and placate their sergeant for the time being. And don't take any of his crap either. Firm and gentle if you will. Skye, help Lilly check over the Imperial bodies, look for survivors we can resuscitate and help. I'll go see how the Sarge is." With an exchange of nods, James sets out, limping towards where he thought he'd seen Skye come from. Neither him or Stichler were prepared for a sudden thrust up a rank so soon, him less than her, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to do his best. Of course, he was only moving up to the Corporeal, it had to be hell for her, suddenly under absolute command of all the lives the Sarge had been.

But he didn't have any doubts. When the time came, she'd be able to give solid, reliable orders that kept people alive. When he reached the site, he limped to Stichler's side, watching the Sarge breath shallowly. "Well, Corporeal, looks like you're the new Sarge. The coach house is secure with a small hand full of prisoners."