*Jack grinned* I think we might just get along... *He hefted his own backpack, which chinged and chimed with all the brass he carried. He put the pipe bomb and put it in his shirt pocket and patted it.* Don't worry my little one, you'll get to show the world what your made of later. A pound of C-4 will surely make you give one hell of a bang. *He followed the sergeant his eyes scanning the roof to see if anymore buggers were to fall on top of them. He gave the cheerleader an apraising look as he passed by. At least he could enjoy the view while everything went to shit. Oh well, he didn't have time for women when he had guns to shoot and explosives to make explosions. Ah, the life of a black marketeering weapon store owner was beautiful.* So... what's the plan my man? *He brushed some dirt off his shoulder*