This was all happening too fast for James.<span style="font-style: italic">Son of a bitch...</span>he thought to himself,<span style="font-style: italic">I'm not equipped for this shit.</span>He looked at his squad and shouted, "I'm heading to a more remote location," pointing deeper into the woods; the demons' left flank, "A couple hundred meters that way!" He didn't notice the squad's leader become incapacitated, didn't have time to. The "chameleon" cloak seemed to deteriorate James as he ran into the woods, strapping his MP7 to his leg and quickly dropping to the ground. The radio chatter quickly faded away as he placed the scope against his eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">Normal. Night vision. Thermal, there we go...</span>James thought as he pressed a tiny button on the side of the scope.<br/><br/>"Five-hundred meters. Low wind resistance. Steady..." James mumbled to himself as he aligned the perfect shot on the creature nearest to the group. The marksman felt his heart pounding against his chest, louder then before.<span style="font-style: italic">Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-</span>"Fire." He let a shot ring out, connecting with a demon's head, dropping the hellspawn.<span style="font-style: italic">-thump.</span>This happened in a fraction of a second, in between his heartbeats. The perfect time to take a shot. "Steady..."<span style="font-style: italic">Thump-thump. Thump-</span>"Fire." Another headshot, dropping another.<span style="font-style: italic">-thump.</span>"Thats two beers you boys owe me back home." James stated blankly into his headset. Normally he'd say this with a cheery tone and laugh, but he was in hunter mode. There were no emotions when James was a hunter.<br/><br/>"Fire."<br/><br/>"Make that three."