The lieutenant immediately returned to the firing lines, his rifle ready. The 'killzone' was almost empty... for the time being anyway. The furs seemed to be holding position just out of range of the machineguns, and since they wore no uniforms there were no officers for the marksmen to target. Well, at least they're not ready yet. He raises his rifle and looks at the furs through his high powered scope. One in particular seemed to be getting a bit more attention than the rest. It was hard to pick out their features, but this fur, maybe the local commander, had a darker pelt than most. It helped him stand out. He debated pulling the trigger... killing him before he even knew what happened... but no, he would just keep an eye on this one.