[ a raspy laugh escapes from his chest as he catches the unmistakable glint of light as his former comrade scans the surrounding area for any further threats. if he could feel warmth then he was sure that at this moment he'd feel the heat of contentment of the old soldier's paranoia. ]

Could say the same for you but then again you never knew when to quit.

[ malice and hate drip through every guttural word spoken from behind his mask but in the end, he shrugs with open hands down and towards those around him. ]

Not everyone here takes orders from me.

[ los Muertos for one, but that's not what he wants 76 to dwell on. it's the others that might be here, hidden away on high or in the shadows. how often did reaper travel alone these days - hardly ever and he was overseeing a weapon deal. ]

If you want me ...

[ stepping forward he beckons to morrison from the scaffolding, gauntlet claws glimmering in the lamp lights. ]

Come and get me.

[ always one for corny dramatic effects, he cackles as the shotguns materialize under his fingers and there is a satisfying thrum of energy as the darkness around him billows out and explodes along with the release of bullets in every direction. ]