[Open Log] Kinks and Freaks, Oh My!

[lightofdawn]

Hold on tight, hope you ain't scared...

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[cryptos]

"You COULD have, you damned psycho! I don't know what the hell kind of training you went through but you're not supposed to aim and fire when someone is downrange!" The gray-armored soldier snapped while doing his best go glare a hole through Locus with his visor.

Technically, he wasn't even downrange but the crazy mercenary had apparently decided to practice his long-range accuracy by skulking about atop a nearby walkway.

"Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you!?"

[agnominal]

That comment was neatly avoided entirely, as he moved toward the edge of the walkway, surprisingly quiet for heavy armor moving against metal grating. His gun was lowered at least, though his gaze remained steady on the former Freelancer.

"You were looking for me. Why?"

Because last he saw, Washington wasn't interested in talking. He'd all but ordered him to keep his distance, and after what happened at Bravo, that was more or less understandable.