Jean-Pierre stood silently behind the wall listening to the screams of the Americans and Englishmen as they were slaughtered one by one.<span style="font-style: italic"> Frenchmen wouldn't scatter around and attack so 'ap'azardly. We'd make a coordinated attack that would eliminate the targets. </span>He thought to himself smugly. He held his breath as a Terror came near. As soon as the coast was clear he made a break for it. By the time he heard any more screams in the distance he was a long ways away. "I 'onestly don't know why back again. "