Quinn finished assembling his sniper rifle and smiled. He never put the sight on. That made things way too easy. He grabbed his "tool-belt" and checked his daggers. All four were still sharp. Dad gave them to him when he was ten. Mom didn't like him having sharp objects so early and gave him a pair of batons to balance it out. He missed his mom in that moment but pushed the thought aside.
Maybe if things worked out with SHIELD, he could ask Fury if he had any leads on his mother.
He put on the belt and the strapped his batons into sheathes on his left leg. Then he picked up his rifle and two spare magazines of ammunition. If he needed more, he'd take them off the body of first guy he had to drop.
"Got it, Boss. Sharpshot ready for action. Cat, I'm not a techno-geek, so I'll just assume that if isn't a VCR, Camcorder or gun, you'll want to see it. Good enough?" he asked, readying himself to cover his teammates.
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Maybe if things worked out with SHIELD, he could ask Fury if he had any leads on his mother.
He put on the belt and the strapped his batons into sheathes on his left leg. Then he picked up his rifle and two spare magazines of ammunition. If he needed more, he'd take them off the body of first guy he had to drop.
"Got it, Boss. Sharpshot ready for action. Cat, I'm not a techno-geek, so I'll just assume that if isn't a VCR, Camcorder or gun, you'll want to see it. Good enough?" he asked, readying himself to cover his teammates.
Being a mercenary was not a half-bad gig.