[h1][center][color=007236]Hunter Monroe[/color][/center][/h1]
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Well, if she was armed she would have drawn her weapon by now, unless she was waiting for Hunter to drop his weapons. He wanted to seem non threatening, but he was truthfully scared. During training some of his unit members would talk about people in riots or in other bad situations. "[color=007236]How about we compromise.[/color]" He took the shotgun off his back and pumped it several times until all the shells had been ejected from the firearm. He grabbed the shells that fell and put them in his pocket, then placed it back onto his back. "[color=007236]I don't know who you are, I don't know if you're alone, I don't know if you're armed. What I do know is that I am armed and you have kids. Shotgun's not loaded now, the rifle is, but I'd have to remove the shotgun from my back before I could the rifle, and even at that the bolt on that thing is slow as hell. I mean so slow, like I think a turtle could cross the street faster.[/color]" He said with a smile. He was exaggerating a bit, but he was trying to lighten the mood a bit. "[color=007236]If it helps, I'm a soldier. I took an oath to serve and protect...[/color]" He hesitated for a moment. "[color=007236]I already screwed that up once, maybe this is my chance to fix that?[/color]" He said with an awkward smile on his face. "[color=007236]And also your baby is really adorable, even more adorable then my ex's baby. That was also a cute baby as well, despite not having my awesome looks.[/color]"