Trickshot was getting payed big money for this. Big. Money. He wasn't about to fail. He had always enjoyed a challenge, and there most certainly was one ahead, but Tickshot was confident he would leave with his time, fun, and money well spent. But not his life. Not today. Not anytime soon.
"Easy now. Uncle Trickshot ain't gonna kill ya' without a fight, old bat. This gun right here is for your men. Save the best for last, as they say."
Trickshot smirked as he talked to himself, situated at a vantage point to pick off Dark Vengeance's men, one-by-one.
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