"You just need to make sure your supplies is in good shape." , He said while booking a little device into the mask. "I'll need Nicote's as well."

A mask comes flying from outside, whcih callen swiftly catches. "Guess he heard you hsd supplies."

"Thank you!" , He called to him, begging to fix the mask.

Geunt.

"He usually doesnt like letitng others do his work. But sinceyoure here...and you have he things he needs..."

"You may not take our supplies until I can fully trust you." , He replied with a glare, changing the oxygen tank.

"Just saying. He hates having his stuff touched. Just like half his family. I think they come from a military lineage or something." Callen shrugged.

"Then this is my cue to get off." James rolled off, since he wasn't a great rider anyway. He just kept pace beside the horse...at least ten meters away from the horse.

Cole chcukled. "Miht want to keep a hand on your weapen too." He could see the horse was jeaded to a certain warehouse.....Well not quite towards ot but there was a figure in the distance some ways away from it.

His heartrate quickened. "...uh, James? I dont think i killed the horses owner after all...."

James grabbed his throwing knives, and smiled at the last comment. "Oh, that's good. I don't really like killing, ya know...Oh, that means you have someone to get off your hands because of your failed attempt...Oh, shoot." James kept his distance from the horse, and two people(Cole and what cousins name).

(Nicote)

Nicote looked up and stared at the horse "Nightwind?" THen he stared at Cole. "What are you doing on my horse you bozzo?" he growled.

Nightwind threw off Cole. Who landed on the ground. He scrambled up-he had a twisted ankle now. "My horse you mean."

"It is NOT you horse!"