Quinn narrowed his eye at the man and held his gun on him for a few seconds.
Eventually he let out his breath and lowered the weapon.  He believed he wasn't Blood Army, but wasn't convinced he wasn't dangerous.  Any man who carried an assault rifle had to be capable of violence.  The spiked bat was another thing entirely.
"Good enough," Quinn muttered, "Blood army in there.  You see?" He pointed towards the parking structure, where the red symbol had been left for all to see.  The Blood Army rarely needed to use stealth, they were predators through and through and more often than not the sight of that symbol was enough to keep anyone away.