He had been making consistent trips to this same location, 1.3 miles north of the X-Mansion's outer most perimeter for a few reasons. Repetition can bring about notable results. Would anyone respond to his presence out this far? If he drove through? If he stopped and hung out a bit? If he camped? Largely the answer had been no. Training and protocol would dictate that it was the safest recon distance. He wasn't here for interaction, or combat, which made this contract considerably a cake walk for what it was worth. Pictures, a few hits for the FRS, structural scans and the like and he was done. The only reason things took even this long was because he was meticulous about his work and like any professional, went about things in a graduated and calculated manner. 

The land here was at a higher elevation point then the X-Mansion, descending downward a mile to a lower elevation point roughly 200 or so feet. Barring the obstruction of countless tree's which blocked a clear line of sight, it was perfect should the need arise for him to use a set of binoculars as he'd have a limited vantage point over the wall. At the moment, his means of sit-rep were a bit more advanced, as he resided in a fairly large fox-hole which had been dug out over the course of a few days, then hidden with Ghillie Mats, fashioned of the flora-fauna of the area itself. Even his own attire consisted of Black-Tac gear beneath a pants and torso over-throw of Ghillie Material again made of the flora-fauna here. From within the confines the large man stares through the hand-held console controller of the Oz-Robotics Saxon Inspector UAS-Drone. A military grade, Quad-Rotor Recon drone currently over 1,500' above and 1.3' from his position taking High-Altitude scans and photographs of the X-Mansion perimeter, courtyard, and rear grounds. The information is Encrypted-Data transferred to a Solid-State drive in his vehicle which was parked just off the road 600 yards from his current position. Visual modes had been cycled, opting for an X-Ray Thermograph would have high lighted any organics moving around outside to be later scanned and identified with FRS, and would also serve the purpose of light surface penetration, revealing interior Heat-Signatures that unfortunately could not be FRS's but their biometrics could be scanned and categorized to run against existing data the client had in it's possession.

He'd tap an ear piece currently giving an audible tone to signal an incoming call on an encrypted line and be greeted by a familiar voice.



"How's it looking there at De-Casa De Mutie-ville?"


Rom's was quick to respond, "Stall me on the racial slurs Spade, Im not a fan. Makes me think you probably call me the N-Word to others when im not around.." Spade had nervously laughed off the notion. Many times he forgets that Romulus played no favorites nor did he disperse any kind of angst or bias to any group be they human or otherwise. He was a professional through and through and looked at all individuals equally----as Contracts and Objectives, nothing more. If they didn't wrong him he had no reason to wrong them back or speak or think ill of them.  "But to answer your question, yea. Getting what was requested, sooner the better, so i can get out of here. I'll contact you on the drive back.."


The thermograph scan was interesting. Parts of the mansion that could be scanned and parts that weren't. Cold spots where he expected there to be heat. Meant that there was shielding or reinforced structures present, things you'd see in bunkers or hardened facilities. Romulus had never had any run ins with the X-Men themselves nor had any beef with mutants, but it was interesting nonetheless how much the government was willing to pay to take a round-about way through their little "Understanding" with this group. Not that he cared....pay was pay. 

Bronzed wings warmed by the sun stretched out over the mansion grounds, the winged shifter hadn't flown this high in a while. For one it was cold and for two he hadn’t wanted to until someone asked him how high he could fly. To Carrick that was a challenge, an answer he had to figure out so he could brag about it later. ‘Can you fly that high? Can’t even fly? Shame.’

He already bragged about being the fastest flyer in the city, the race against Raine didn’t count, she just falls. It wasn’t that impressive everyone did it. Not everyone could fly though so it was important to test his limits at least when he wanted to. When Maya asked him it was just a bother.

Unfortunately for Carrick he didn’t have any way to measure how high he was other than the reference of the school and the roads and the houses. His enhanced vision made most of them pretty clear they were small to say the least from this height. The Irishman was circling now without realizing it over the school gliding on the winds until something caught his attention, ‘prey?’ his other forms instincts told him to investigate.

Investigate he did, and it was a good thing too! Someone in the mansion was flying a drone... in his airspace without paying him not to mess with it. That was dumb. The only thing that got a free pass was the mansion jet. The nerve of some rich kid. The shifter scoffed as he flew lower till he was eyelevel with it making sure to catch the cameras attention. Carrick waved cheerily then gave the finger.

”Yer flying in restricted airspace! I own it!” he shouted knowing no one could hear him. Sometimes he just liked the sound of his voice. ”I’m gonna steal ya and hold ya for ransom now! Ya look expensive! At least a few guitars!” he lowered a bit then pulled back catching the wind sending him up as he ready to pounce on the flying vehicle. Surely it couldn’t hold his weight.

"Shit..."

The expletive vacated his mouth not out of some manner of fear or concern, but he'd have rather not garnered any attention. He expected the Drones run time to be limited due to some security measure of the mansion grounds itself, not the curiosity and perceptive prowess of one of it's inhabitants. That stated, protocol would have him scrub the drone and vacate the area but he couldn't do that now without unnecessarily hurting or even possibly killing the new comer. Killing wasn't a task he was paid for, or he reveled in without reason----so it's avoided when and where possible. As Carrick approached the drone initially nothing was done, it wasn't until he flew up to land on it would Romulus shove both controllers forward forcing the Drone to dive and accelerate out and away from the action where it would fast approach it's top flight speed of about 70mph and quickly clipping away at 1500 meter elevation. It was on a flight path and trajectory that would have the Drone swoop downward to a height of 300' the mansions ceiling roof-line and mad-dash toward it's rear most wall---on purpose. All the while Rom's hand would have depressed several buttons, and placed the controller on the ground of the foxhole.  

He'd have emerged from the foxhole, cautiously, looking in all directions and then taking a final look toward the Mansion before beginning the trek south toward his vehicle parked 600 full yards away near the main road.----Meanwhile. The drone would make a mad-dash for the wall, where as protocol--it would scrub itself. Impacting the wall and the shock-sensor immediately setting off the fixed Semtex-Explosives. With preference on his end, and luck on Carrick's end, he wasn't following the Drone to closely in pursuit or began to break away seeing as it was flying for the wall---As the explosion would be QUITE powerful, 2lbs of Semtex had QUITE the blast radius, which could result in a significant amount of kinetic force and Drone Shrapnel being haphazardly sent in his direction, more substantial then that...a large section of the Mansions exterior wall was about to be obliterated. 

Chival would have tapped his ear peace while making the trekk---Calling spade, speaking the minute he picked up. "Drone was spotted, but the intel's been saved and hitting your drop-box as an encrypted file. He sends payment, you issue it. Im vacating the area.."---Call dropped. Just behind him and inside the foxhole a thermite-pack would have activated within the controller, destroying it outright---but unfortunately doing so at the slight chance that the resulting smoke sifting pass the ghillie drape could plausibly be seen through the canopy from above IF Carrick had circled back and had sharp enough senses, which from such a distance would be a long shot---but a shot nonetheless. 

A Rifle affixed to his back, like his current attire drapped in a ghillie wrap, Romulus carefully and meticulously fleeted through the woods toward his car---Not in full sprint, as something as large as he is, that can run as fast as he can was sure to make more then enough noise and a ruckus to give away his position even to one as far and high up as the new comer. 

Carrick’s foot touched on the drone and he felt the thing drop out from under him and nose dive towards the mansion grounds if it wasn’t for his wings moving on their own from instinct he would have went down with it. ”What? Aye! I’m not that heavy!” everyone was a joker now these days!

The shifter was determined though, the thing was shiny. New looking. It had to be expensive no doubt one of the mansion kids had daddy dearest purchase it. All the more reason to go after it. ‘Prey! Chase!’ the thief’s instincts told him to chase after it and while he normally tried to ignore said instincts this was a slap in the face. Most of the kids knew to let him know about drones so he avoided them. Good luck if he was in his Gryphon form.

While his new toy was fast Carrick closed the speed pretty quickly and tried grab onto the thing making sure to avoid getting caught up in the propellers so he lodged his feet on the bottom which in turn caused them both to roll a bit into the air. His wings snapped open and the drone began it’s decent again pulling the shifter along with it.

”Come on! You’ll be put-” he turned his arm as one of the blades cut into it causing a small gash, if he left it there it would have been a lot more painful. ”Mother *******” he shouted in the air letting loose with the hand but still holding onto the thing. Blood sprayed in his face causing him to close his mismatched colored eyes for a moment. The propeller kept rotating and dragging them down.

”I was gonna put ya on the highest shelf!” his vision came back when he opened his eyes again, pupils turning to slits as everything in him screamed to kill said prey. Unbeknownst to Carrick, his shoe lace got caught in another propeller pulling his foot closer to one of the wings. Who needed to tie shoes when you flew everywhere?

”Hey! Leego!” he shouted to the device as he tried to pull his foot free the shoelace bound the wing and started to cause the thing to drift further away from the mansion slowing their decent as Carrick fought against it. ”Stupid! Piece of-” before he could fight any more with the thing he noticed how close they were to the ground.

‘Flight’

”I know!”

‘Prey’

”I ****ing know!”

‘Danger’

”**** ******* ***** *****” Carrick decided last minute to kick his shoe off and abandon said drone as it barely clipped the wall and crashed into a tree beyond it. The thing impacted with a crash and started to smoke instantly the air was filled with a pungent fragrance and he felt his stomach turn as he flapped a few times getting his bearings and raising himself in the process to escape the smell.

Now with one shoe he glided in the air. ”****ing rich kids.” he grumbled wondering why they wanted to smash their toy instead of try and buy it back from the shifter. That was when he saw smoke in the distance.

”The **** is going on today?” he said curious and now distracted from the fact that he just lost a shoe.

While not the stimulant to the shock sensor that was intended, the later impact against the tree at a far safer distance would infact trigger the Drones explosion, over the wall just a few meters shy of the mansion's perimeter wall------Sparing the shifter any threat of any serious or even moderate danger of injury. It was an event that could be heard from where Romulus was currently and training kept him from stopping and turning around to check in that direction but instead continue to move onward, now at 500 yards from his car and closing. His own heightened senses at this point would pick up the smell of the thermite from the foxhole he was in, having now gotten to the controller and electronic bits specifically they produced a wildly funky odor, and at that moment the wind would snap in the opposing direction putting the creature down-wind but a way's.

His own scent wasn't an issue---he took measures to mask that, old military and hunting tricks used to throw off dogs and predatory cats of the like work wonders, especially when you're wearing a Ghillie Exterior made of the same material of the land and area. That thermite smoke trail however, and the smell----was a supreme tell. Wouldn't be long before whatever chased the drone would see that and come investigate---If It was still alive and well which Romulus had hoped was the case.

Unnecessary killing wasn't his way. Collateral damage was a mainstay in the theatre of war and combat but that applied to area of effect things he couldn't control, that Drone dynamic was something he definitely could manage and he did. There as an audible beep in his ear once again, the notification he set on his phone for account updates and changes which meant whomever clearly wanted the information he acquired----COPIED---and now sent with a press of his Android watch. The encrypted data had been copied and sent. He had been paid and if managed to get out of here without further conflict he was all the better. His steady pace had him now crossing the 450 yard mark and steadily moving along.

The Irishman reluctantly went to go check out the other explosion. His school was also the headquarters for the X-men and half of his teachers were on the team of course he had to go check it out. Maybe get someone snapping a photo of him pulling someone out of a car. ‘Sorry I didn’t turn in my homework, I was saving someone. Oh, sure I’ll turn it in tomorrow.’

Even some of his friends would have given the shifter a hard time if he didn’t go make sure no one was in danger. ` ”What I get fer free room and board.” Carrick sighed to himself suddenly smelling the familiar burning smell of the drone. He looked back to where the drone was still smoking then the direction of the other explosion.

Did someone kill two of their own drones? ”Eejits. Least I know who to go to fer a new pair of shoes.” he chuckled to himself and few off towards the other explosion flying high above the trees to get a better look of the situation if he needed to he could always call someone from the mansion to help out. They loved helping, for free! Carrick didn’t understand it too much but knew he probably never would.

”Ah **** it smells!” Carrick shouted as he covered his nose the closer he got to the point on the hill where the smoke and smell was coming from. Carrick slowed as he got closer and looked around for any sign of anyone. ”Ah... I’m not gonna gave ta go in there am I?” he whined to himself knowing the smell was going to take forever to get rid of.

Carrick slowed as he lowered and approached the site. ”Someone owes me a pair of shoes!”

The voice carried through the forest clearly and crisply, and his senses plucked the remnants of his declaration and he imnediately crouched and reached to his tac-vest, puling a set of binoculars from them and slowly bringing them up to his eyes where he would allow the digital-occular software scan in on his pursuant. though there was quite a distance between them, the appearance (While not startling) brought about a concern to Rom. This individual could fly, and fast at that, fas enough to transverse the distance between the drone and now in moments. Romulus turned and stuffed the binoculars ack onto his tac-vest and continued toward his vehicle which was now 300 meters away and closing. This was his element, actions like these were well within his traning, controlling the weight of his foot falls,  keeping trees at his back to break line of sight, avoiding dry noise making foliage as best as possible and keeping his movements fluid and delibrate.

While not impossible, he wished to keep the odds of being heard or seen at their absolute minimum. Meanwhile at the foxhole his pursuant had discovered the thermite pack would have burned out and the smoke and the smell would have began to dissipate. A good look for his pursuant, and bad news for Romulus just appeared in the form of a fully grown mountain lion to whom which Rom had the displeasure of crossing. To the wild animal Rom clearly looked off putting, his size and being enshrouded in the ghillie the way that he was, immediately caused the big cats ears to lay flat on it's back and worse still----it started making a shiit ton of noise. Rom would have began going AROUND the Puma in round about fashion all the while being charged and hissed at by the big cat who was clearly looking to force him out of it's territory. Rom couldn't risk being made, nor did he want to unnecesarily kill this cat. 

So he sprints....and boy can this man sprint.

He moved, and the big cat moved. Giving chase--to no avail. The physically gifted mans straight line speed was nothing short of staggering as he projected that the mutant pursuant clearly would be on his trail as well, same as the mountain lion,  with 200 meters and fast, and putting a wide gap on the mountain lion falling behind him.

”No? No one wants to man up? Take the blame fer the loss of me shoe? I only got one now!” Carrick growled and struggled to take it off and throw it at the empty pit where the smell started to fade from hoping it would hit whoever was there moments ago. Maybe they were invisible? No? The shoe hit the ground with a soft impact and he roared in anger.

”Now I have none! Fer **** sakes! Got to buy a new pair now!” shaking his fists to the sky Carrick was about to head back to the mansion to write a new song about his problems. Just what the world needed. The idea actually brought a smirk to his face. That was until he heard the growl of a big cat, and the sound of foliage moving. A lot. Some thing big was moving away from him.

‘Chase!’ the voice called out in the back of his mind and Carrick’s vision seemed to gloss over for a second as he had to investigate what the sound was. As he flew over the trees his eyes darted around for movement till he saw a big cat. Whiskers. That was the name Carrick had given it why? Because it had whiskers. Obviously. He had never come into contact with it, well he didn’t his Gryphon form did and they had a mutual respect to stay away from each other. Too large beasts, apex predators. No reason to fight, why bother?

”Whatcha chasing!?!” Carrick called out barefoot and flying knowing Whiskers wouldn’t answer. His eyes continued to move in front of the cat till he saw movement, it looked like a bush. Carrick gasped, Zek was right... there was a bigfoot near the school. ”Nu-uh!” he said allowed as he followed overhead. His shoes could wait. He needed a photo of the creature.

Romulus' straight line pace was moving from remarkable to flat out amazing. Despite the uneven terrain, and occasional obstacle that needed to be cleared via hurdle or a vault he maintained a 67mph pace that put him well above contention with the feline in pursuit but surely wasn't enough to pull away from his aerial pursuant. Rom had managed to pluck audibles, the flyer was a male, judging from his intel on this location and his currently displayed abilities he was clearly a mutant, but more important then that ---a curious kid. Definitely not a combatant --- at the moment and did not need to be engaged if it could be avoided. With 100 yards between him and his vehicle it's auto-unlock feature tripped causing the high powered performance vehicles lights to flash while granting access. He'd have only turned his head a few degrees and peer over to spectate the predatory cat had given up chase and a stray gaze to the forest canopy allowed him to catch a glimpse of what was chasing him from above---key word, what, because from details he did managed to obtain it barely passed for human. From the tree line there was a 20' elevation change in slope form---Romulus breeched, surging forward and out as land was absent beneath his boots while his body dropped, and immensely powerful legs powered on and regained balance and footing and continued onward in his mad dash before quite literally---sliding to a stop.

He had time. He had a gap. He had moments, and at the moment decided the best course of action was to secure items that made his actions and intent here obvious---Evidence. The entirety of his pack and Ghillie-Overs were thrown into the trunk of the car, his rifle and fire-arms as well [Even if Carrick were to be approaching him directly during this] before slamming the trunk---Keeping the black Backlava (Full face mask) on his face, dressed head to toe in black cargo pants, black Tall keg boots, a black form fitting long sleeve and black fingerless gloves. If curiosity compelled the mutant and he approached with manners and restraint he'd catch the 7' tall man casually walking around to the drivers side door of his vehicle [Spec'd and Pictured on character sheet] and leaning against it while crossing his arms. 

The shifters eyes moved from whiskers to bigfoot. One kept going, if it wasn’t for actually seeing the silhouette briefly or the branches and bushes moving Carrick would have been content to follow whiskers from overhead. He shouted and continued”I’ll bring ya a chicken carcass darling! I owe ya!” his tail flicked excitedly behind him throwing off his flight patterns a bit.

”Gonna make me rich! Buy all the shoes I want then!” if he didn’t spend it all on food, or guitars first. Clothes often didn’t make the list which was why a few of his toes were exposed to the cool breeze from flying. Socks didn’t last long. Besides, these were lucky socks.

Continuing on the path he got a little more altitude just to make sure he could see his target... well it would have been easier if he could actually get a lock on the big beasty. ”Come on! I just want a photo of ya! Slightly out of focus is preferred otherwise they won’t believe it’s you!” he shouted out hearing the echo.

Clearing the trees he spotted the road and glided down calling out so someone walking to their car door, ”Aye, mate! Did you see a bigfoot!?!” Carrick spotted the outfit and the gloves... was there going to be a dance off? Why did he not know about this?

Romulus had halted right in his footsteps and had to double check what he heard. The question in and of itself had confirmed SO MUCH, clearly he had a sufficient gap. He was successful in shedding the incriminating pieces to his apparel in time to avoid the obvious being assumed. To that effect the next question had him thrown off as to whether this individual was jesting or seriously inquiring about a mythical creature---then again considering who was asking, a bigfoot seemed to be an understandable inquiry. Eventually Romulus had turned around have responded with "Can't say I have, was getting ready to scout out camping grounds around here and saw something moving through the way there...then I see something, or I guess someone with big wings and a mythical look flying through the air...figure it may be smart for me to go camp somewhere else. Not the kinda problems i'd want stalking up on me at night.."

Presumably alot taller then Carrick, Romulus would cross his arms and look him over. His transition into the role of passer-by was flawless, immediately softening his stance and laxing his mannerisms as to not be as rigid and intimidating as he was normally despite possibly never being able to devoid himself of the innate disposition. As if his scrutiny had come to an end, Romulus would inquire about something he already knew, "No disrespect intended, but im going to take a guess that you're a mutant? Is the bigfoot you're looking for another mutant?" In this day and age ti was a fair question to ask. He was neither prejudiced or even caring, they all bled the same when it came down to it and so, Romulus would have opened the door to the two door coupe and stood there and awaited an answer of sort, but still giving cues that he would be taking his leave soon.

The thief’s eyes shifted from one point to another, he wanted the photo someone would pay money for it. Not Zek... but someone. Carrick had seen the shows, thought they were ridiculous but now would keep that secret with him to the grave now that he caught a glimpse.

The man spoke and the shifter eyed him curiously for a moment, that didn’t track. Carrick would have seen or heard him, smelled him at least in the woods while he was rushing over this way. Especially since he was on the lookout for the out of focus missing link. Not only that but for the man to be at the car before him. Either he could teleport or he was fast, like run faster than he was flying, fast. It had looked like he was leaving too. Big men like him didn’t move that fast usually.

His tail twitched behind him as the wings kept him off the ground, ”No disrespect?” Carrick questioned focusing on the tall... very tall man. ‘Fight?’ Ignoring his animal instincts he raised an eyebrow, ”Why would it be disrespectful?” Carrick then took the opportunity to mess with the man, it was clear he was a mutant or rather a ‘Gorgon’ as his girlfriend used to say.

Over acting the look of shock and disgust with the experience he had been accumulating for years, ”I’m sorry?” he folded his arms while still airborne flapping a little closer,”All mythical creatures mutants now?” he asked wondering if he should have shifted and really given the man a mythical show.

”Is it bad ta be a mutant now? So much ya got ta apologize fer it after?” he said his Irish accent seeping out of every word. Again, Carrick had perfected the act. So much so his fake irritation was alarming his animal like instincts even more. ‘Fight!’

Romulus was hardly that uptight, or slow of mind and capacity to be taken for this kinda ride. He could appreciate the mans humor though, and was quick enough of wit to pick up on someone over selling something, and this guy was laying it on thick. Fair is fair, Romulus asked a fairly obvious question that deserved to be remarked with some fairly obvious, borderline sarcastic responses. He sat there and heard them to, "Can't be that mythical if you're HERE, flying around in New York. That would make you quite regular, quite NON-Mythical....like a hawk or a Pigeon." Romulus would eye the man up and down again and continue on, "Some would say there is something wrong with being a mutant, or a mythical creature.....but not me. Im good with it all Big Bird.." Romulus would offer the kid a sincere tight lipped smile and nod.

"In any case, best to get going. Good luck with the whole sasquatch thing.." The interaction in and of itself went against everything he was accustomed to. Recon assignments were to be low impact, with little to no indication of his presence to be left in his wake, To even sit here and have an individual capable of putting him at this place pulled violently at his own instincts and training which would call for the immediate neutralization and disposal of this guy. This was society. Civilian environments, his methods had to be tweaked and adjusted and those methods were reserved strictly for deserving. In any case he'd have turned and sat down (If uninterrupted) into the car before reaching and closing the door before pressing the Push-Start and firing up the Twin-Charged 7.0L Super-Coupe, the likes of which had an exhaust note that was nothing short of DEAFENING at close range. 

With a push of his left foot on the clutch, and shifting into first gear with his right. A blip of the throttle while coming off the clutch had the black coupe LUNGE forward, kicking sideways while laying down a thick patch of rubber while blitzing away ---Hopefully, none the more interesting to Carrick, or worth following or looking further into.

”Why can’t it be both?” Carrick quipped flashing his pointed canines in a smile still folding his arms and flapping in the air. His tail flicked out behind him the way it does for a cat that is toying with someone. ”Oh, well that’s good. This here be mutant country.” he didn’t respond to big bird, it should have been an honor but Carrick had too many tendencies to do bad to be compared to him.

”Thanks,” Carrick added squinting his eyes to the man waiting till he was getting into his car. ”But it’s Bigfoot. If it was Canada it’d be a Sasquatch.” reaching into his pocket and removing his phone he raised his phone to the man’s vehicle and snapped a photo ignoring any of the repercussions.

People didn’t like getting photographed unless they wanted to. This time would probably be no different. Something about the man seemed off, so Carrick figured he’d piss him off before leaving.

The car engine roared and Carrick plugged his ears, his already sensitive hearing being an issue. ”****” he shouted flapping away, ”That’s a obnoxious overcompensation!” he chuckled to himself flapping a few more times before flying off back into the woods in search of the other mythical beast. Maybe his hearing would be back by then.

It was brief but he caught it. That moment when someone with hyper-keen senses looks into his rear view mirror and notices a picture of his vehicle was taken without permission and more so, done under-handed. Now the Irony of it was that Romulus was here to take pictures and then some, but he was a paid professional, and had managed to do so without being caught for the most part and to his credit he deserved to get off scott-free if that was what the sum total of his actions resulted in. This one did it under-handed, and if it wasn't caught he would have gotten away with it but it was, and well----he wasn't getting away with it. Bird-Boy would probably think nothing of it, the sudden DROP in sound as Romulus came off the gas and pressed the clutch cutting all power to the wheels, while the shifter was pulled outta 3rd gear and into neutral. His right hand moved to the hydraulic-E Brake 4' o clock of the shifter and was pulled, locking the rear wheels while his left hand yanked the steering wheel counter clockwise from a 12 to 6 position, swinging the massive coupe around in what can only be described as a precision execution of a "180" at over 130mph. Once the car was facing the direction he came from it was pulled into second, while pinning the rev's at 4,000RPM's causing the rear tires to immediately  become ensconced in smoke before theTTS-system vectored power to the front wheels, causing the car to LUNGE forward and back down the road. Romulus was at pace now, throttle pinned, and all that could be heard was the fury of a 7.0L V8 and the howling 4L Supercharger whining loud over it all. He doubled back faster then he'd have left. That time spent chuckling to himself---was probably best spent flapping away. 

What emerged out of the coupe that came screeching to a halt pulled over to the side of the road was the same man, far different disposition and the trunk flinging open as a button was depressed on it's way out, the same fob locking the car before being stuffed into his pocket as he reached in and pulled the same high-caliber Anti-Material rifle from the rear of the trunk and had his eyes to the sky. Assuming the bird boy had begun flying away, all he'd have heard was a piercing, powerful and absolutely booming baritone resonate over the entirety of this area as Romulus yelled out, "HEY BIRD BOY!!!!!!!!!!!" The Ghillie Wrap had been pulled from the rifle revealing a stout Barret-M92 Assult Rifle, being easily handled and held as he would walk around the car to stare down Carrick or wait for him to RE-engage in conversation which at that point Romulus would calmly and coldly ask, a simple question. "DID YOU JUST SNEAK A PICTURE OF MY CAR??"