"You promised me..."
It had been five years since she watched her father strap on his body armor and load his weapons. He was already seething. The cigarette that dangled on the edge of his lip burned furiously. He tried not to hear her words, to not feel guilty for what he was doing...
"God dammit you PROMISED ME!"
For a moment, her sudden snap into vulgarity yanked him out of his trance. His eyes shifted to meet her own, only to be greeted by countenance mirrored by his own. He couldn't look her in the face if he tried. She was right, he promised her...and he was going right back into what he tried to deliver her from so long ago.
He was going back to hell...
As he clambered into the idling AH-6 helicopter on a nameless airfield, a familiar voice greeted him, via headset.
"You didn't think you were going by yourself, did you? This is who you are. Who we are. Cricket is good enough to fly combat missions, been doing it for Millennium PD after school; and there's no way in hell I'm gonna let you go to the big dance stag. The family that preys together, stays together..."
Quinton smiled at his wife, the reached in the cockpit and patted Quianna on her flight helmet.
"Let's hunt..."
Star Strider Forces Registry
Name: Quinton Vance
Global Contact: The Mercenary
Level of Classification: 50
Origin: Natural
Super Rank & Super Group: Delta Force
[yep, bringing him back. Champions Online hired the top guy from Hellgate London. I refuse to let Vance be flagshipped. This is home.]
