<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/6e6c4fa8-8c63-426d-8be2-dff93c9e04cd_zps0d60e44c.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Hospital Corpsman Third Class</em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">James Endast</span><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Not Sure<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Not Sure<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>James smiled wide and gave a relieved sigh at somebody else with a higher rank being in the situation. He wasn't sure there would be more military men, but he was glad he wasn't in a situation where he'd have to take charge. He gave a brief salute to Carl Edelfelt, "Hospital Corpsman Third Class James Endast, Sir." The rest of Carl's instructions seemed in line with his own, and he didn't find any reason to continue debating them. He glanced around as he saw two out of the cubicles were already being opened. Nobody ordered for a medic, so he continued towards his own.<br/><br/>He gave a long glance over at Thomas, mostly just to confirm that the man looked familiar. A chill running down his spine from the air around him made him draw his attention back to the task at hand. He jogged over towards the #18 Cubicle and proceeded to work on getting it open. The rest of the conversation happening around him was ignored, the medic yelling at the potentially empty cubicle, "Hey! We're getting this open!" James gave a few hard kicks at the handle before trying to wrench it open to free whomever might be inside -- presuming that there was somebody inside.