The moment Jack confirmed that Patrick would be the one going to aid the Champions he slipt away from the main sitting area of the jet to the nearest restroom. He knew that he wouldn't have much time to find a nest so he wanted to get as much prep work done as possible. His first, and arguably most time consuming, task was to switch back out of his civilian clothing into the suit he wore on missions.While he knew that he would have had a much more difficult time getting to the jet in the first place he still regretted changing out of it after his freelance contracts. With that out of the way he assembled his rifle with practiced ease, it was action he had done hundreds of times after all. Finally he checked his special ammunitions case double counting the amount of explosive rounds he had, which to his disappointment was still only six. Preparations completed he returned to the main area with the others, though he did not interact with any of them save the occasional nod when appropriate.

Soon enough they landed at his destination, and knowing that both him and the rest of the team were on a tight schedule he exited the aircraft with haste. As soon as his feet touched the ground he took off running in the direct opposite direction of the town. He had no intention of being anywhere near there by the time the Champions arrived. There were no obvious places for cover, the area was mostly flat and void of life, but given the oppressive darkness of the night that did not concern him in the slightest his suit would allow him to blend right in no matter where he decided to nest. 

He finally reached a place he deemed suitable after several minutes of running, he could feel his legs burning and his lungs begging for rest but he pushed aside these base reactions for the time with pure willpower.  He made quick work of getting set up, which really only involved flicking his bipod down and getting his head in a comfortable position in which to stare through the scope, after which all he had left to do was wait. He waited as he saw the bikers ride into the airport, he waited when he spotted Tinhead, and he waited when he saw the Champions jet land. 

Patrick watched through his scope the brief standoff that ensued after the bikers and Tinhead had revealed themselves, getting ready for the perfect shot. He knew that he could have tried to eliminate Tinhead when he first saw him, but he had not wanted to risk missing and causing the villain to begin searching for him. Now though he could wait until an opening presented itself, with the Champions distracting him and the suppressor on Patrick's rifle he wouldn't have the time to search him out no matter the result of the shot. 

Suddenly his focus is shifted as he hears the retort of several sniper shots ring out, all of the bullets speeding towards the Champions. For the time being he swiveled his scope away from the three way battle that had just started in order to search out the enemy sniper. It did not take him long to find them, however before he could decide whether or not to waste one of his explosive rounds on them he saw something dropping down from the sky towards the opposing sniper. Not wanting to risk whatever was attempting to aid the Champions he brought his scope back to them, and more importantly Tinhead. 

Despite the fact that the man was flying Patrick's aim stuck firmly the the chestplate of his Tinhead's armor. He knew there was a good chance that the armor could survive the explosion his bullet could deliver, all he hoped was that it would disorientate the man enough to give the Champions a chance to either recuperate or take advantage of it. 

Keeping his crosshair on the direct center of Tinhead's armored torso he counted down to zero, pulling the trigger and firing off one of his explosive rounds. [i]'Five left.'[/i]