It wasn't surprising how many people gave him sideways glances as he walked through the casino floor, between the rows of slot machines and past the poker and roulette tables. After all, he was dragging the unconscious (or potentially dead) body of one of the casino's "elite" security guards, and carrying enough weapons to assault a fortress. Oh, and there was also the flat black armor that looked like it had been pulled straight out of a comic book or videogame. The part that was surprising was how many of those people just went back to what they were doing. Assholes. He pulled the body up to eye level, holding the bloodied face only inches from his mask and causing the man's feet to dangle above the floor. "Some people just don't have any common sense, do they? It's insulting." He raised an Uzi, appropriated from the guard in his other hand, and fired a burst into the ceiling, then another into a guard with a hero complex, using the body of the one he held to soak up the return fire. He amped the volume on his mask to be heard over the sudden commotion. "Everyone under five centuries old get out. Now." My how they screamed... And ran. And fought tooth and nail to be the first to claw their way out of the building with the armored madman inside. That suited him just fine, because his prey wasn't the sort to just run away from a fight. Not when he'd been called out and there were innocent lives at stake. At least, he assumed the innocent lives would matter, but as long as he showed up it didn't make any difference to the merc.