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It was dark outside, and the roads were quiet. Sling drove alone in his van, rock tunes fading in and out as he was on the border of competing radio waves. Annoyed with the inability for a stable sound, he turned the radio off. He hadn't slept well the night before, was up early in the morning for a meeting with Mayers... God Sling was tired. His eyes drooped slightly, the adrenaline rush of the night's actions fading. Joc hadn't responded, but luckily the SHIELD training had kicked in. Of course he placed a tracker in the phone. He had forwarded the coordinates of the tracker to Alistar and Draku. They needed to meet up, given Ava was most likely still being hunted...

Sling gave a small smile. He had been too tired to actually piece together that the same car was keeping the exact same distance behind him, around when he had gotten on the freeway. The night seemed like it would get interesting. Sling noticed a small stop up ahead where he could refill on gas, and made sure to pull into the nearly abandoned gas station. Sure enough, the car following him pulled in as well. The former SHIELD agent, like a machine, was already loading up his sidearm and had it drawn. With one hand on the door and one hand holding the firearm, Sling watched the Black SUV pull up to a pump behind him. Out came a man in a suit... anxiously speaking on the phone and angrily filling up his car. Sling watched in strange amusement, chuckling at himself. He was getting paranoid.

Sling got out and filled up the Van with gas, leaving the nozzle in as he went into the small store accompanying it. The gas station had plenty of snacks and drinks, and Sling got a coffee and a bag of Bugles. The weird corn-chips were a favorite of his, mostly for the memories they brought of his childhood... but that was a story for another night. Sling mechanically pulled out a credit card to pay for the items, practically in a daze until the card reader gave back a strange message. His card had been denied... and Sling gave a sigh. The card was tied to a SHIELD account Mayers had set up under one of the dozens of aliases Sling had used over the years. Mayers must have worked fast to cancel his ties to the "deserter." Sling pulled out a few bucks and paid for his items before returning to the van to continue his journey to reunite with the others.

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Sling was disappointed when he arrived at the house and almost immediately recognized the signs of a fight. The tire tracks and voices from inside helped highten the vigilante's sense of danger, and he quickly flicked open a gun case he kept in the passenger seat. It was an HK MP7a1, sleek black with a small sight and retractable stock being the only noticeable additions. The former soldier got out of the van as quietly as possible, gingerly closing the door behind him as he then retracted the stock back and began to approach the house. When he reached the door, he recognized the familiar voices of his allies, and made his way inside with gun still in hand. He saw the others... Ava, Joc, and that guy from the bar. Ava was injured, the others looked relatively fine at the moment. But Jackson Hurley had now arrived in a leather jacket and jeans with a gun in hand. His van was deceptively fast, and he had delayed sending the location to Alistar and Draku until he knew he'd be the first to arrive, in case it was a trap. And the borderline narcissist liked to make an entrance.

[color=c4df9b]"So... did y'all miss me?"[/color]