Davis was polishing his gun, as he sat in the chopper, listening to the instructions, taking out his bullets to both check on them and clean the gun's inside. He grinned as he heared the psychics comment.<em>Bunch of bullocks!</em>He sighed for a moment, thinking about the incompetence that allowed such key figures to disappear, making them solve the troubles. He slowly and systematically pushed his bullets back into the gun, as he heared the pilot mention the landing zone, knowing he wouldn't be the first to jump.<br/><br/>His goggles hung down his neck, as Davis preferred to trust the wide-eyed vision of his own eyesight unless severely obscured. He slung his weapon over his shoulder, as he waited for Cassidy to set foot on firm ground, before following after. His tall, slender body didn't handle the ropes as well as Sarah did, but still moved down in a reasonable time. Darkgreen eyes shot left and right, as he moved to close in with the rest, to turn around and face away from them. He backed up as he watched the rear, frequently looking over his shoulder to see the direction.<br/><br/><em>What the, did Shawn go bongers?</em>Davis thought, as he followed whoever he could see ahead of him. He calmed down after hearing the sergeant calmed down, but highly questioning his comments. If he would've gone insane, that would seriously jeopardize the mission they were on.