"Hey!  We're not mercenaries, we're<em>private military</em>--"<br/>"Shut up, Fields."<br/><br/>A couple sprays of submachine gun fire actually tagged the Spoiler, not that it could do more than tear his fatigues.  The ambushers were quickly scattering if given the chance, apparently realizing they didn't have a chance.<br/><br/>"Who are you working for?" a feminine voice demanded cautiously as things quieted down.  Elaine sounded rather less amused than the last time he'd heard her voice, but a year of having supernatural luck augmenting one's legitimate skills would do that...