[center][color=0072bc][h3]Jackson Hurley: AKA Slingshot [/h3][/color][/center] [i][u]May 5th, 2012[/u][/i] [u]Location: The Rum House, Manhattan, New York City[/u] [u]Interactions: [@Almalthia], [@chain], [@Draku69] [@sewer rat] [@jorcool] [@TwilightShadow][/u] The gunshots were more than enough to force Jax's actions to suddenly become mechanical. He quickly looked up to the mirror behind the bottles of alcohol, a common staple at bars for this very reason. A small smile creeped onto the face of the vigilante. "[color=a2d39c]This is why no one touches my guns.[/color]" Jax responded almost instinctively as he grabbed his gun case with his left hand, lifting it up to shield himself from gunfire. The distinctive clanging of bullets against the case reminded Jax why he invested in such expensive equipment. The vigilante made sure to take a peek from around his case as he unholstered the SIG from his belt, firing one quick and well-aimed shot to put down one of the gunmen before rolling over the bar's countertop and behind the bar. Jax quickly opened up his case, revealing his precious SCAR. It took him only seconds to prepare the rifle for action, extending the stock of the rifle and loading it up with a 60-round drum magazine of armor piercing rounds. Sure, these bullets were a little over-kill... but hey, Jax never comes unprepared. He quickly powered up the scope on the rifle as he kneeled down behind the bar, the glass digging into his jeans but not quite able to penetrate the body armor he had on underneath. A quick check behind the scope showed the body-heat signatures of the assailants... a nice little upgrade courtesy of SHIELD. [i]Ba ba, ba...ba ba[/i]. Jax hummed a melodic beat as he fired his rifle towards the assailant's legs, doing his best to incapacitate the hostiles. He wasn't going to let the bastards get off too easy. He provided support for the others in the bar, doing his best to help them in taking down the gun-toting bastards who decided to shoot up the place. The bullets penetrated the thick oak and metal cabinets of the bar, emphasizing the true power of his weapons. It was strange... but for the first time in months, Jax felt alive. He was finally beginning to understand his path in life from this moment forward... And just like that, the last bullet was fired and groaning could be heard from the few hostiles that were still alive, but far too wounded to cause any more problems. The fight couldn't have lasted long... perhaps a minute at best. Jax's mind started to probe for police-response times and the best route to escape... until he stood up and looked around at the others in the bar. He was surrounded by other "heroes" trying to do the right thing. He figured he could relish in the mischief they just caused. He rested his SCAR on the bar counter as he looked at the alcohol behind him, pulling out a surprisingly intact bottle of Tito's as he poured himself a glass while the others recuperated after the combat. He sipped his drink, looking out at the others. "[color=a2d39c]What's the plan now, compadres?[/color]" [hider=Jax's Fight Song (Film Scene that Inspired Selection Included)] [youtube][/youtube] [youtube][/youtube] [/hider]