He smirked as he dove for cover under the vehicle, and rolled out the other side, muttering unpleasant things to himself as he undid the door and slipped into the passenger seat. He looked around, familiarizing himself with the layout, before climbing into the back seat, and standing in the gunner position. He swore as one of the bullets slammed into his chest, but it either failed to penetrate as he continued to do a quick check on the LMG mounted there, or he was so high on adrenaline that he wasn't feeling the pain yet.<br/><br/>The enemy soldiers were suddenly greeted by a wide, vicious grin on his face as he slammed the safety off, brought the LMG around on its pivot to face them, and then, unlike them, he started shooting to kill. Of course, with this type of weapon accuracy was something of a design flaw, it was meant to suppress while infantry advanced on foot to contact, but the number of shots were no doubt disheartening, and he wasn't just spraying. His first few dozen shots no doubt went wide, but he got the weapon back under control after the first warning volley, and then unleashed on anyone he could still see. After clearly hitting a couple, he turned his attention to the front gate, making sure it was still unlocked, and then fired another volley into the guard room beside it, before climbing down, and pushing what he HOPED would be the starter button for the engine.