Sam's dark blue eyes met her stare fixedly, he had experienced similar staredowns with someone about to pull a gun on him. Eventually she turned back to continue the vigil at the window. He observed her for a moment then decided to answer the question.<br/><br/>"I was chosen by Mr. Aketsu from a long list of applicants, none of which made the cut. I was formerly a U.S. Army Ranger, fought two tours in Iraq and led my own team through various covert missions while deployed. After spending four years in the Army I then spent two years in Triple Canopy, a Private Military Company. I was sent back to Iraq one more time, then twice to Afghanistan. Since then I have guarded various individuals, many I am not allowed to talk about. I speak Russian, am proficient with anything that can fire a bullet or hold an edge, and have been trained in hand-to-hand combat for all of my career."<br/><br/>After his short speech Sam stepped back on his heels, a bit worried he had gotten carried away.<br/><br/>"As for Mr. Wilson," Sam did not feel comfortable using the nickname 'Jagger,'"I do not think myself better than him, no. I only hope that I can offer close to the same protection he provided."<br/><br/>At that Sam was quiet again, now understanding what the man servant meant by, "Good luck."