"Well chances are pretty slim to none on you catching him now that he's on his way to back up." Her face had gone flat and angry hearing him call himself Hawkeye. It was her turn to advance on him a threatening step.
"Where is he? Because I'll be just as happy to beat the answer out of you." Twitchy was taking the prize home she'd bet her favorite weapon on that. He and the others would want to see what she was up to in her spare time. "You prove to me he's still got a pulse and we can talk hunting down the target."
He was the kind to dangle hope when really all there was to find was a dead body.
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