Logan concurred with Cable there. They'd been soldiers before this whole Solar Flare business, James, Cable and himself. And he presumed this Scott guy had been too. At least he moved like military, and looked at home in his gear. He also saw the sense in James' words. "Understood," he said simply, and started eyeing the guns in the back.
He snorted softly to himself thinking that, in his case, unless they somehow managed to put a bullet through his eye, the most he'd get would be a scalp wound. Bullets bounced right off his full metal noggin these days too. It was like the butt end of a really bad joke. But enough with the self-pity/self-loathing combo. They had work to do now. He shut down that part of his brain, and it would remain quiet until the job was done.
Logan mimicked Cable's choice of weapons. He wasn't so fond of those shotguns either for this kind of op, so he strapped on a holster vest on top of his uniform for the pistol and filled the pouches with ammo for both that and the submachine gun. It felt good in his hands. Yeap. Like riding a damn bike.