Even as the other man had been speaking, James blurred into motion again. The shotgun fell, caught on the friction strap as the pistol came out of the tac holster. He didn't even bother to raise it all the way before firing, the armor piercing round punching through into the meat of Audio's leg, likely fragmenting as it hit the femur.
As the man fell Warpath was on the move, allowing that supernatural speed of his to come into full play. By the time a few seconds had elapsed he was standing over the intruder, shotgun pointed down, at his head. "Wrong answer." The words were cold, empty...much like the gaze leveled at the man. There was no one home there to talk to, or reason with.
Still, he didn't pull the trigger. The only thing keeping Audio alive was the words Network had spoken over the communicator. Even so, there was obvious tension in James as he squeezed down on the trigger of the shotgun. Not firing, but the readiness, and desire to, was there. Especially now that he knew Ghost might be involved.