"It's hard to say no to ten large, especially if you get to use scum as target practice at the same time,"  Butcher said.  "You've got yourself a partner for the evening, Damien."  The Nomad reached for the tablet.  He was already preparing for a night of bloodshed.  He didn't have a hot temper, he had a cold one.  This would not be a cavalry charge.  This was going to be a surgical strike, one shot, one kill, rather than spray and pray.<br/><br/>I assume you know where the video feed s coming from?  Sorry about all caps last time.  not used to this thing.<br/><br/>Hope you aren'; expecting this to be done quiet and with a minimum body count.  This will get messy.<br/><br/>If I'm about to shoot you in he face, yell 'Mr Dressup' and I'll only shhot you in the leg to make it look good<br/><br/>He looked over at Damien, a slow feral grin spreading across his face.  "You got anything to add?  If not, your gear nearby?"