Jack looked confused, then gave his answer, "What do I expect? The least I expected was a fucking answer... Dismissed Price..." With that, Jack walked back down the road towards his tent. Jack didn't look back to see the look on Leela's face, he didn't care. He needed to grab his guns, but he knew he would have to face the others again eventually. He thought today was going to be a quiet day, just running drills, going to the firing range, and maybe some yelling at Jeice. Jack reached his tent and quickly went inside. He walked over to his footlocker and reached inside. He pulled out his .357 Magnum and a box of bullets, taking eighteen out and loading six into the Magnum. He did his little cowboy thing and spun it around a bit, then holstered the sidearm. He then withdrew a box of shells for his shotgun, took out twenty and set them on his bunk. He then walked over to his gunrack where his shotgun rested with several other ones.<br/>"Which one am I feeling today...? I could go with the Spas, but that only holds six shots..." He smirks, then looks at his customized shotgun, "Guess it's you and me again, eh Buck?" He picked up the shotgun, inserted ten shells, then pumped it once to chamber a slug. He slung the shotgun onto his back, then set all the ammunition boxes back into his footlocker. He contemplated taking out some frags, but he figured on a quiet day like this there would be no need.<br/>"The Brass is gonna be callin' us to action eventually..." Jack thought aloud, then looked around the empty tent and laughed. 'I must be batshit crazy... I'm talking to myself...' Jack immediately got up and began pacing his tent, thinking on what he should make his soldiers do first...