Jay idly fiddled with the visor settings on his helmet, thinking as he changed the settings around to different modes. Night, Thermal, Glare, then finally setting them back to their normal settings. He had a bad feeling about this mission. Not just a, something bad is going to happen. Jay's feelings were far more accurate. Jay was going to die. He'd never been wrong with these. When he was on Operation Barrage, he had a feeling he was going to have both legs broken... Sure as the sun shines, he had to jump down a pit to avoid certain death, and broke both legs. Operation Junkyard, he know his arm would be shredded and broken... Sure enough, it was pulled through a grinder and cut to shreds... Jay twisted his metallic hand, though it looked just as real as the other. It was, only the tendents and muscles and such were replaced, as well as the knuckles on every finger, and his pinkie and ring finger were metal.<br/><br/>How he was going to die was vague, though, and that worried Jay. In all his other operations he would do whatever he wanted because he knew how he was going to get injured, but with this one, he didn't, so he'd have to be careful. He assumed someone or something would creep up on him, because he didn't have orders to remain with the rest of the squad. He was hawk, apparently.<br/><br/>Jay pulled his helmet on, and fitted it properly, but slid the visor back, making his eyes visible. His attention traveled to the sergeant, and up and down her, a small flicker of annoyance met his face, for a brief moment. He wasn't in love with her, but he did regret not taking the time to talk to her out of the marines. It was always "Jackson take point", or "Perimeter secured". Never any talk on a personal level... But there again, Jackson was a sniper, and a damn good one. She was a squad leader. How smart could it be to get involved with the person who has to decide on who runs at the bullets? Besides, everyone knows Snipers were the last ones to be told to Evac.<br/><br/>Jackson pulled his attention from his superior officer, and instead rested them on the... Metal shield. Private First Class Veronica Maxwell. The closest thing to "Respawning" the human race ever got in combat. Though, he did feel sorry for her. She was just as human as... Well, maybe not Jay, but someone here. She was built for one purpose. To kill and die. Proper Marine material, or just plain cruelty? Jay, just like always, never got time to acquaint himself with Maxwell. A missed opportunity on his part.<br/><br/>Lisa Lewis. The "Send in first" unit. Ironically, of course, she took the job the Sniper's had previously taken, and that meant, Jay wouldn't be killed getting out of the drop ship, unless she failed her job. There again, everyone here relied on the others in a way, but the scout was what counted the most at the start. One well placed shot was all it took to sink a whole outfit of marines before they even got out of the ship. Something to look at when there was nothing better through the scope, but not someone who would grab his interest around the barracks. It was apparent in the way she rarely looked at him that she wasn't interested in him, and so why chase a blind cat?<br/><br/>Then there was the squad crim, Cali Roxborough. Jay didn't care for the criminal record. He didn't have to deal with her, or anyone for that matter, and as for criminals, it had run in his family apparently. Not that he cared. She was, however, more of a tom-boy, and reminded him of Mike, a fresh recruit that was blasted by his own squad in a prank gone wrong, way back when Jay first became a sniper.<br/><br/>Yutani rep... Bleh. Rather toss her ass out of the drop ship before they touched down, but her life was worth more than this entire squad, which was all too typical.<br/><br/>Then there was Jennings... But she just flew the bird. She was quite good to look at, and Jackson stole every glance he could, but she'd be the kind of girl to chase the higher ups, wouldn't she? Jay never bothered to strive for a higher rank. He didn't take shit from anyone but his squad leader, and he never wanted to dish it out either, so being in a squad where your leader wasn't close to getting themselves killed every five minutes was a god send. Jennings sat with the drop ship for immediate evac... Does that mean she'd have to sit in the hangar? Jay would have to make note to try to locate a vantage point where he could see his squad's exit, and the drop ship.