Jacob shook his head. She was right, there was no use in crying. But still, there was something he had to do, and whether the others agreed with it or not... well, he didnt care. Wiping the blood from his nose, he got up and went over to the edge of the building, looking down into the horde. With the flick of his bipod he set the FAL onto the edge and looked down the scope, aiming it over the head of one of his friends and pulling the trigger. It hit its mark, and he did the same for the other, both shots muffled by a makeshift silencer.