James smiled as Ozzy came out.  When it came to keeping people out of danger, he listened to the troops, And Ozzy was one of the best.  "My gun?  My gun."  He then started going through his bags quickly.  "Crud, I hope I packed it.  I never use guns, I probably forgot all about the damned...Ah ha!"  He then pulled it out, a tiny little thing compared to what most others had.  It was a small<a class="link link--external" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EbXHObfldVI/TwVUIp0winI/AAAAAAAACas/O8rrNO90HwM/s1600/Custom+Ray+Gun.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">ray gun</a>no bigger than his hand.  "Things scare the hell out of me, you know."<br/><br/>When Ozias pointed out the bug on his shoulder, James looked at it and his eyes opened wide.  "Okay, make no sudden movements.  No telling how dangerous this even the smallest creature around here could be."  He then slowly bent down and grabbed a pair of tweezers from one of his bags and a small jar.  Very carefully, he grabbed the bug, both not to harm the bug and to not make it bite or sting him.  He then placed it in the jar and quickly shut the lid before it could fly out.  James then held the jar up like it was a priceless artifact.  "I need to study this," he said.  He then grabbed his radio and called Francesca, his assistant.  "Hey Frankie.  Can you bring my Chem Kit from the lab please?  And ask about getting a few tables out here.  Those ground vehicles need to be tested out here anyways."<br/><br/>He then put a hand on Ozzy's shoulder.  "Oh, you HAVE to try this water," he said with a smile as he motioned over to the lake.  "Pure, non-recycled water!  Never knew such a base substance could taste so freakin good."  He then started walking, now a bit more easier than before, to the lake.