<b>RE: come take a look!</b><br/><br/>James chuckled, pulling out his knife when he was sure she wasn't looking, using the flat, not deadly sharp side to scratch at her itch. From past experiences, he knew that if this didn't work, that was one hell of an itch.<br/><br/>Trent rolled on command, his team moving like a well-oiled machine. A machine of war. Although, he had to say, if he wasn't impressed with the Russian before, he was most certainly impressed with him now. "Nice job. Looks like we may have underestimated you eh?" He chuckled, peeking out from behind the table, seeing the room covered with dead bodies and diluted acid. With a small chuckle, he started walking towards the door, dropping the table on one of the dead bodies, kicking another one. "Oh man, you basically saved our asses!" Dezy sounded rather excited.