Garcia's nerves were a little rustled at the fact he was being put up against someone he was expecting to be younger than he thought. But it didn't take the seasoned hunter too long before he was just as steeley eyed as the opponent he was to incapacitate. It wouldn't be too hard, She looked small and waife like. One shot from a tranq dart and she would be fast asleep dreaming of rainbows and lollipops (Because he totally believed that is what young girls thought of). But there was a look in Hayes eyes that should have signalled there was more than what he was seeing right now. But Dex, Dex was cocky at this age. Not too much but just enough to under-estimate the girl.<br/><br/><strong>"Chu best 'ave some kind of bet on this, General" </strong>Dex said disengaging his sniper and making sure that every last deadly bullet was out of it's chambers.<strong>"S'gon be over quicker than you can say... How do you americans put it? Jack Robinson" </strong>he said with a cheeky grin before pulling the leaver back on the side of his gun and trudging off into the brush so he could set up his vantage. Being a sniper he relied on range when it came to these sorts of battles. The same way a hand to hand fighter would rely on getting up close to their victim.<br/><br/>He didn't know exactly how it would go down with so much unknown about his opponent but that was half the fun, tracking and learning their movements. What sort of freaky powers did this 'Zero' have? And why was she so young? Garcia had been put up against other snipers before and had always bested them. After a few moments the sniper found a decent spot to set up shop, kneeling down he set up the small tripod for his gun and got comfortable behind the scope.<br/><br/>Blinking a couple of times his eyes flickering to a dark colour as he stared down the scope for the first time since his modifications through gene splicing and therapy had been applied to his mortal frame. Raven had insisted that he get mods on the company dime but being the proud Hunter he was thought it cheating if he got anything that made his father's gun completely redundant. So going with the infrared vision instead of some kind of ability to see far distances or an auto aim function. He currently wanted to just be able to rely on his reflexes and instincts.<br/><br/>A little augment here never hurt anyone.<br/><br/>His eyes flicked around looking for the small waif they had turned on him. But there was no sign of her. Which was odd as every person and thing gave off an infrared  hell even a heat signature. But right now he was coming up with nothing. Was she wearing some kind of lead jacket? Did they know of his abilities and had been able to counter them? His hands gripped the gnarled stock of his gun trying to calm his nerves as they started to fray.