[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]

Slingshot pounded back the rest of his drink. He was 90% confident there were glass shards in his hair that he was going to have to deal with at a later point, but right now, he had to get answers. The vigilante took apart his rifle in seconds, removing the magazine and popping out the loaded bullet onto the counter before packing the SCAR away in its case. Slingshot didn't forget about his sidearm, which he pulled out from its holster as he slid over the counter with ease and made his way to the nearest corpse, pulling back the sleeves on the former hostile and checking his neck. Sure enough, there it was. The skulls and tentacles were as pronounced as ever, but the symbol itself was altered from the one he was familiar with in "SHIELD 101." [i]They're supposed to be... damn it.[/i]

Slingshot turned around. He heard the questions from Jocelyn and Arvin, but wanted to get a couple answers before being more forthright with his new compatriots. "[color=a2d39c]Talking I can do sweetheart. As for what they're doing here, Gandalf, my guess is trying to eliminate us or bring us into the fold of their little club. Knew this was a little [i]too[/i] surgical and they were a little [i]too[/i] well-armed for this to be some sort of cash grab... Shit.[/color]" 

Slingshot walked back to the bar and poured himself another glass of Tito's while reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a small protein bar. He tossed it to Jocelyn as he continued his little monologue. "[color=a2d39c]As for the SHIELD thing, I kind of jacked the ID off a friend of mine. And I kind of resigned, so I'm not exactly here to cause trouble for anyone, though I may be one of the reasons those bastards shot up the place. It's either that or practically any of us still standing here. I imagine Hydra has an interest in freaks and mercs.[/color]"

Slingshot finished his Vodka, taking a deep breath after downing it like the last one. It probably wasn't the smartest move to drink when still at an active crime-scene... shit, that's right. He turned back to everyone, hopping up to sit on the bar as he reloaded his sidearm and doing his best to be loud and authoritative to a group that probably consisted of at least one mythical god. "[color=a2d39c]You all can call me Slingshot, and rather than doing the usual thing of comparing dick sizes to determine who's in charge, let's just all agree to put that kind of shit behind us and think about our next move. If anyone has a secret hideout other than my apartment which is quite frankly a disgusting mess right now, I'm all ears. Also, Houdini, it would be great if you can use your little Chalk Zone powers and get us there without having to fight through New York traffic.[/color]"