He sighed as they didn't appreciate a good show, and decided that they would rather be a problem. And getting out of town would be a good idea. The heroes had gone missing recently, maybe he could swing by and pick up some trinkets, maybe a gadget or two, possibly even a decent weapon not built out of scraps for a change. He had been thinking of doing it for a while, but for some reason, it continued to elude him why, he had kept putting it off. He sighed again, before leaning back and pinching the bridge of his nose. "You wanted a suit of power armor capable of resisting an impact of the equivalent of a physical god's attack, and weapons to deliver the same. If I had known the buyer was Russian, rather than using a Russian middle man as a means to clear their trail, I would have turned down the job. Maybe you should talk to the other contact about not blabbering about the importance of the buyer BEFORE the goods are exchanged?"<br/><br/>His hand was in his pocket, activating a gadget he had in there. The gadget was a smoke bomb and matter displacement device, and when he looked at the rifles and handgun, he knew he would either have to bail, or lose his legs. The item went off, and he rolled to the side to avoid any bullets trying to come with him, hopefully ending up a few thousand feet from where he had been. The rent office had been mostly emptied last night, leaving only the props he needed for today, everything else stored in his RV. Best to skip town now. He was overdue on rent anyway, and it was under an assumed name.