Snippet #1345958

Dan Taylor glared at Clown, for that old age comment he made, and popped his neck. "The trouble with Ireland is that it's a country full of geniuses, with absolutely no talent. Maybe you should have been one of my Trainees i'd would have whipped you into the gold standard because I believe that every piece of shit that thinks its worthy of killing has some nice gold corn in it." he said in a hard loud tone like he would say to one of the trainees. But Dan did think about it and he knew he should be getting old for all this, but damnit all Carnage just wouldn't let poor Dan grow old with some grace or hell whatever was left of his soul. It only reminded Dan about his old Marine Drill Sergeant and what he use to say. Marines are not allowed to die without permission; Dan valued himself more as a Marine then he did an assassin. So the only reason he's been around for so long is that he was never given permission to die. Dan returned to reality with a shack of his head and looked at Clown asking Dan if he'd like a sword cane. Dan raised an eye brow "You Assassins and your blades. I have a gun and my flamethrower thats all I need...if I called for a blade i'll just use the combat knife I use to kill Gooks with." he said using the racial slur for Asians.

As Red defended herself he looked towards the girl and gave a small nod. He admired the smart girl more then he did the joker standing in the room and only because Clown only reminded him of the soldiers in Vietnam that showed no respect for the dead. Making jokes and stealing of the corpses only got killers into trouble. This girl though was smart and thought things through before she leapt into something. "Fine do your work and while your at it look up Jax's history and see if you can predict where he might be moving next." he said.