Micah J. Stubbe
	He eyed the man for more than a few moments, weighing in the possible ways this could go. He did have his SAP gloves on, so if it came to a fight the odds would still be in his favor, he knew how to throw a punch that could knock a man out without a subtle equivalent of brass knuckles, the gloves were almost as bad as a gun, short range at least. Making his decision, he flipped on the safety, and swung the rifle so it returned to his back, wrapped around his shoulder and under the arm opposite was a long stretchable piece of fabric, tied tightly at both ends of the rifle and duct-taped. 
[color=9e0b0f]"Now answer the question."[/color]
	He said lowly.