[i]"If these -blam!-ers could kill most of the Mercs, then I wouldn't imagine we have too many civvies left." JT was standing in the Cockpit with Shila and the other mercenary, loading his Champions Rifle with .45-70gvt rounds and a .50BMG as the last shot. He hadn't been focusing on much, rather he had been contacting an ace up his sleeve for the coming battle before dropping by the cockpit. [/i]