James looked at his various ammo pouches; scattered throughout his uniform so no one area was bulked up. "I've got about five MP7 mags left... Looks like Jessica over here has..." He hesitated (Jessica is the name of his rifle. lolol), "Three mags. So thats, what, one hundred-and-seventy five SMG rounds, thirty sniper rounds? I'll be fine for a bit." He was admiring his fine rifle as he spoke, and he looked up at his leader, "What about you? Great leaders can't lead if they're KIA."