Howard grinned at brightly, "Obsession is not a huge problem when you think about it. I just want to be perfect. And to be perfect at my job, I'm going to need the latest tech. This is just another step in the right direction." He pocketed the bullet, setting it in one of his chest pockets. And was right about to step forward top get a better look at the new meat when his senses started to click. Someone else had just entered the room. It felt like that one time he had been stalked by a mountain lion in the Rockie Mountains. He thought he had been stalking a small herd of deer alone. Until he felt like there was something close by. Minutes had passed while he froze and watched his surroundings. Then he had seen the big female mountain lion, golden eyes gleaming, mouth slightly open in a feline smile. She knew she could have had him dead to rights. Howard had known he wouldn't have had a chance if she had wanted to get him.

This moment felt like that. But when he heard the soft whisper of Antoine's voice he just smiled. He'd been had.

He looked to the side, his keen eyes picking her out under that optical camo cloak. He nodded, "And I thought it was an accomplishment to see you without something like that. I'm really going to have to work at it. That or request a multi-spectrum scope....actually...that's not that bad of an idea." He hrmed, "Day, night, FLIR and Infared spectrums most like. Black and white hot for the FLIR. Would make it alot easier for those night missions." He rubbed his hands together, those long pianists fingers of his, so sure on the trigger, dancing against each other. "Time will tell."

He looked up at the monitor. Picking up a second mike. Looking over at Imran. The East Indian man nodded. Howard put the head set on and turned the mike on. He smiled as he spoke, "You have met our leader, Imran. I am Howard Davis, callsign Lasanga. I'm our marksman and sniper. I took the same test you see here several years back. You are now passing into my territory! The original course record was ninety five percent. Set by one of the first Scimitar members. I broke that record, setting a new one of ninety seven, then broke that again shortly after with an one hundred. Prove to us you can shoot. We'll be watching." He took off the headset. Then looked at Antoine and Imran, "A drink, one bottle of whiskey, the good stuff, says they don't break ninety two percent." He grinned, "And if they do somehow break my record. I'll take it back."