Everyone seemed to be treating the scene casually, which surprised him. Occasionally George wondered if it was a good thing, how callused people got in this business. Eventually you see enough that it either stops bothering you or you go crazy, he figured, but it was always hard to toe that line between bravado and respect. Someone died for this mess, after all, a living, breathing person with family and a life. It was easy to forget that just looking at the meat or the juices, but he did his best to remember. As the commander started to talk, he didn't really fall in to attention but he at least perked up and paid attention, gun still casually trained on the bloodied expanse of streets.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Firstly, this was not unexpected, and I expect you to get used to sights such as this if you havent already."</span><br/><br/>"That mean you have a clue what's going on? 'cause a large scale attack like this, no bodies... nothing good can come from that." He said pointedly, a slight chuckle in his big voice. The way he figured it, if it was an animal like the chatter seemed to indicate was possible, they were in luck--animals were predictable, and more importantly less than armed. A tiger might be a beast of a cat, but in the end it was still a cat with discernible behavior patterns, methods of attack, the works. To be fair one hell of an animal, just on grounds of the scale, but that didn't bother George too much.<br/><br/>If it was a person, then the Hell was it doing with all the bodies?<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Get moving."</span><br/><br/>Either way, command was to split up and search. Slinging the heavy machine gun over his back, he drew and chambered a round in his shotgun instead and motioned to the closest building. "Alright. Groups of two, then. Legs, you coming with me, or am I hauling along the Commander or Sir Lancelot over there?" He tossed out to the Irish sniper, a wry grin on his lips. If he had to do some building crawling, he'd rather have the sniper with him--good eyes were good eyes, and she seemed more of a distance fighter. With a shotgun, a knife and his swinging cod he was as good a fight in CQC as anyone, and he assumed the swordsman wouldn't have hauled along a stick like that without know how to use it.<br/><br/>Either way, he started towards the first house ahead of them with the blood stain leading to the door. Might as well start at the top...