<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">James 'Jacob' Ecote</span></div><br/>James didn't like violent encounters at all. It wasn't, to put it mildly, his specialty. "I'm not sure how I'm going to do all this. In the end though, I... I guess I'd be the most likely person to act as a scapegoat.", he muttered, eyes staring into the distance in a worried manner. "Man, I could do with a beer right about now, damn... Either way, we only know where she might be - we know nothing about the warehouse itself. It might be packed with enemies. Perhaps doing some preliminary scouting could be useful, yea?"