A/N: Hey there everyone! This is the sequel to 'The Kids Are Alright', and just like the last one it follows my OC Sky and Jake through their lives in their different dangerous career fields! For this story it'll be predominantly broken up into two parts. The first part is going to be mostly focusing on the Expendables with the Losers making appearances, since it'll be going through the events of the second Expendables movie. And the second part, or arc, of this story is going to focus mostly on the Losers since it'll be going through the events of their movie. It's probably going to be longer than 'The Kids Are Alright' since I'm using two movies plus original chapters as well to work with. But anyway, I hope you guys like it!

Full Summary: No one is immortal. We've all got to die sometime and nothing anyone does is ever going to change that. Death is the cross that soldiers and mercenaries bear. It's the curse they're bestowed with. On the battlefield, when you're getting pinned down by bullets flying at you, death is never more prominent. But death... that doesn't matter. What matters is that you went out doing something worth it. We don't choose when we die. But we can choose how to spend our life, and for Jake Jensen and Sky Christmas, they've already made that choice... no matter how much they suffer in the process.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Expendables or the Losers, just my OC, Sky.

Life of a Mercenary

Comarca of Estremadura, Portugal

May 12th, 2012

The click clack of high-heels echoed through the stone hallway of the Serpente compound located in the dense jungles of Portugal. The hallway was filthy with rats scurrying around the dirt and hay filled ground. There were small lights placed on the walls every few feet or so, doing little to light the dark and dank space. The owner of the heels looked around in absolute revulsion and disgust as she raised a black gloved hand to her nose, trying to make sure that not a speck of dust sullied her black pencil skirt, white shirt, and black jacket. Flanked on either side of her was a large Italian man with sunglasses on, despite the dark and an assortment of skull tattoos exposed by his short-sleeved shirt, and a man with a shaved head, a toothpick in between his teeth and a duffel bag in his hands.

They continued down the stone hall before it opened up into a much larger room where a small group of men with rifles stood in front of them. They were all dressed in military uniforms except for the one man in the front who wore a pair of jeans and a black button up shirt with his gun holsters visible. "Miss Moore," the man greeted in a thick accent upon spotting the beautiful business women in front of him. Her dark hair was left pinned up at the sides so it was easy to show the utter repulsion of her surroundings.

"Mr. Elias," the woman responded as amicably as she could muster as she looked at the dirty floor around her. "I see you haven't done much cleaning since the last time I've been here."

"Our cleaning woman has the night off," the man retorted sarcastically with a smile on his face.

Moore didn't look at all impressed by his wit. "Yes, well, why don't we get down to business so that I can get my merchandise and leave you gentlemen to maintaining your establishment."

"Do you have the money?" Elias asked without hesitation.

Moore snapped her fingers and immediately the man with the duffel bag stepped forward, zipping it open to show the stacks of money nearly bursting out of the top. "All five million is there, just as I said," she replied. Another snap of her fingers prompted the man to zip the bag back up and fall back into line beside her as a smile stretched across her cherry red lips. "Now, where are my investments?"

Elias let a slow smile spread across his face before he barked something at his soldiers in Portuguese. Within a split second the men all stepped out of the way, standing with their backs against the walls, leaving just Elias in their way. "Come, come, I'll show you to them," he said, turning to start walking. Moore followed after, looking on the ground to take care not to let her heels touch anything she deemed disgusting, while her two body-guards followed faithfully at her sides. "I thought you would not carry through with our arrangement. I am surprised."

"I'm a business woman, Mr. Elias," Moore replied without missing a beat. "The reason I am a business woman is because I separate emotion from my work and do what is best for my wellbeing."

Elias let out a chuckle and mumbled something under his breath in his native language before they appeared in front of a door. He opened it up quickly, and led them out into a large and spacious hallway of a home. It was decorated luxuriously in shades of gold and red and Moore let her gloved hand fall from her nose and looked around approvingly. "This is much better," she smiled, dusting off her skirt. "I don't know why you insisted on dragging me through that tunnel if you had something like this to greet me with."

"Like I said, I wasn't sure you were going to hold up your end of the deal."

"So you were planning on killing me?" Moore asked in a detached way, almost as if she were talking about the weather. She gave a small nod and pursed her lips. "I can understand that. Although I don't believe my two boys here would've allowed that to happen."

"Two against an army?" Elias asked with a quirked eyebrow and amused smiled as he led them down the hall, stopping in front of a large set of double doors.

"They've faced worse odds," she smiled back before gesturing towards the doors. "Are they in here?"

Wordlessly Elias opened the door, allowing Moore and her two men to walk in. The room was large and spacious with an entire wall being made of glass windows, a bed pushed against the wall and a beautiful vanity mirror by the door in the room that led to a closet or perhaps a bathroom. In the middle of the room on their knees were two women. They both had light blonde hair and bright green eyes. One was wearing a pair of ripped and dirty jeans and a torn white t-shirt with some speckles of blood on it and the other, older woman, had on a black dress that ended just above her knees. The younger one had a large bruise on her pale face and the older one had a dried patch of blood stretching across her hair line. They both had bandanas tied in their mouths and their eyes were full of tears as they sobbed soundlessly into the gags. A soldier stood behind each of them holding guns to the back of their heads while their hands were tied behind their backs.

Moore's eyes widened in surprise then narrowed in anger as she whipped around to glare at Elias, pointing to the women in the room. "What is this?"

Elias looked surprised. "These are the women we've discussed."

"When I first approached you asking if you had anything that could suit my needs you told me that you had kidnapped two very pretty women from a very wealthy man. I offered you double the money that you were asking for in ransom on the condition that they not be harmed in any way," she hissed, storming into the room with her guards at her heels, over to the two soldiers. She pulled one of their arms down so the gun was away and then shooed the other one off—the two only moved when Elias waved them off as well, moving to stand by their leader. "I don't appreciate damaged goods, Elias."

"My men got… overeager," he responded with a nonchalant shrug. "There is no lasting damage."

"I'll be the judge of that," Moore muttered, walking over so that she was in front of the two women. She crouched delicately so she was in front of the younger one and reached for her chin. The girl jerked back in fear, but Moore still grasped her face gently, turning it to the side so she could examine the sickly purple bruise on her cheek. It looked painful, but it would heal. She then looked towards the older one and frowned at the bloodstain. "What sort of head injury did she receive?"

"She fell on the floor."

Moore narrowed her eyes, not fooled at all. "Despite the damage, they'll heal. And they're both top dollar. They'll be very popular with my male clients." She motioned to her two guards. Immediately they pulled the gags off of the two women and Moore smiled at the two of them. "Can you two tell me your names?" The younger girl sobbed loudly now, ducking her face as tears poured down while the older woman looked hesitantly to the brunette. Moore just continued to smile. "Come now ladies, let's not be rude. I'm going to be taking you away from the place. I'll be taking you to a place better suited to people of your status. The least you can do is telling me your names."

The older woman stared a little longer before she opened her mouth. "D-Diane F-Fischer…" she muttered out, her voice broken by a small sob. "T-This is my daughter, Elizabeth."

"Diane and Elizabeth Fischer," Moore repeated before a wicked smile formed on her face. "Thank you for telling me that."

It was then that the room went into chaos.

Two large metal grapnels shot through the glass windows and burrowed themselves into the wall on the far end of the room, sending glass raining down on all the occupants. Before the two soldiers by the door had a chance to even twitch two knives flew through the room and pierced their throats, spurting blood as they fell to the ground. Elias watched in shock and horror before a knife ended up buried in his heart. Diane and Elizabeth watched in surprise as the two men that were behind them had moved towards the door, while the woman in front of them pulled out a knife from underneath her skirt and moved around to start cutting their ropes.

"Sky, get them hooked up and get ready!" Barney shouted as he and Lee closed the door and began to barricade it as shouts and sirens filled the compound.

"On it!"

"W-What is going on here?" Diane asked just as her hands were freed from their bindings.

"Mrs. Fischer, your husband sent us to retrieve you and your daughter and bring you home safely," the woman behind her, Sky, explained as she moved over to the discarded duffel bag, opening it quickly before yanking out a plastic mold that made the bag appear to be full of money. In reality there was a variety of weapons, gear and what looked like harnesses at the bottom of the bag. "I need you both to put these on," she said, tossing a harness at each of them.

"W-What are they for?" Elizabeth asked even as her mother started helping her into her harness.

"They're for getting you ladies out of here," Lee responded as he pulled out a gun from the waistband of his pants. "This compound is stationed at the top of an incline which was supposed to make it difficult for anyone to breach it."

"It turned out to be the opposite," Sky took over as she tossed her jacket off and ripped open her blouse, revealing a black sports bra and a harness already strapped to her chest and traveling out of view underneath her skirt. She reached into the bag and grabbed a black jacket and pulled it over her shoulders before she kicked her heels off and started shimming out of her skirt showing her black spandex and the rest of the harness. "We've got the rest of our men waiting at the base of this hill. You're going to zip-line down and they'll take care of you from there."

"Our transport is just a mile off so we'll drive over and get the hell out of here," Barney completed just as a banging started at the door. He cursed and pushed harder against the dresser he and Lee had maneuvered in front of the door. "Let's just move a tad faster here."

"Aye, aye," Sky saluted as she finished slipping into her black cargo pants. She started pulling out guns and knives and strapping them on. She turned and saw that Diane and Elizabeth were just about done with their harness and she smiled. "Alright ladies, let's get moving," she said moving towards the mother and daughter—being careful to step around the glass shards with her bare feet—to grab their belays and hook them onto the wire by the window. She hooked hers on and nudged them forward so they were standing on the ledge. "Diane, go first, Elizabeth wait three seconds and follow after and I'll be right behind you both providing cover. Barney, dad, don't take too long! Now go!"

Diane jumped out the window followed closely by her daughter and Sky jumped out afterwards. Without hesitation, Barney and Lee ran away from the door and pulled their shirts off so their harness were exposed and hooked onto the line, jumping out the window behind the three women. As he zipped through the trees, Lee kept a close eye on his daughter as she shot at the enemy soldiers below that tried to fire on them. She was cool under pressure and she made sure to keep the two women in front of her safe. Lee couldn't help but smile as he helped pick off some of the soldiers, before they gradually drifted away from the compound and further down the hill.

They started to slow before they appeared at the bottom where Caesar and Toll were standing on the back of a pick-up truck to catch them all as they came flying in. The two large men quickly unhooked Diane and Elizabeth while Sky let herself down, dropping to the ground, followed by her father and Godfather respectively. "Alright ladies, let's get you to the front," Toll said, quickly helping the women down with Barney's assistance. Yin stood at the open passenger door with his gun raised scanning the woods while Diane and Elizabeth piled in beside Gunnar who was at the driver's seat.

"Shit, I can't believe this plan actually worked," Caesar muttered as Yin shut the door and hopped into the back with the others.

Sky smiled up at the man before she heard shouts and what sounded like engines in the woods. She swapped out her empty magazine for a full one her dad handed her wordlessly before she held her gun up at the ready, lowering into a crouch. "We're not out of the woods yet… no pun intended."

"Gunnar, get us the hell outta here!" Barney ordered, hitting the top of the truck while Toll pulled the back door of the car closed.

"Got it!"

The truck shot off on the dirt path through the woods, jostling the six mercenaries in the back. They all quickly oriented themselves, gaining their footing on the truck bed just before three enemy vehicles drove out from the tree line, barreling towards them. "Take 'em out!"

The five mercenaries immediately began firing on the enemy vehicles. They concentrated fire on the first vehicle out in front before they managed to kill the drivers and the soldiers hanging onto the back. Bullets started raining down upon them and they all ducked as much as they could in the small space. "You might've spoken too soon, Caesar!" Toll shouted before he peeked up to shoot at the gunmen before ducking back down.

"I'll take care of 'em!" Caesar assured, sitting up to blast his canon of a gun at one of the cars. He shot a few rounds at the vehicle before it completely exploded when a bullet pierced the engine and the gas tank. The heavy weapons specialist let out a shot of triumph before it turned into a cry of pain as a bullet hit his left shoulder. He crumbled into the bed of the truck and held his bleeding arm in pain, dropping his gun.

"Caesar's hit!" Yin shouted before they all resumed fire on the last truck on their tails.

"Sky, take care of him!" Lee ordered.

Without hesitation she lowered her weapon and wormed her way over to the large man, examining his injured arm. There was an exit wound and thankfully it didn't seem that deep. And although it was bleeding quite a bit, it didn't look like it hit any major arteries or veins in his arm. She pulled off her jacket and bunched it up before pressing it on the bullet wound. Caesar let out a string of curses and shouts, before the sound of Caesar's gun cut through his words. Sky looked up and saw that Barney was holding said weapon and firing it into the last vehicle before that too went up in flames.

"You'd better not be man-handling my baby!" Caesar shouted, his pain momentarily forgotten.

"How's he doing?" Barney asked, ignoring the man's outburst completely.

"I was fucking shot!"

Sky rolled her eyes. "You've been much worse off and shot in much worse places. He'll be fine."

"You totally jinxed yourself, brother," Toll laughed, patting Caesar on his good shoulder.

"Shut up!"

Caesar continued to curse and complain even as they broke through the forest and towards the bank of the large river their plane was resting on. Barney and Lee had been the first ones to run into the plane to prep it for take-off. Yin handled escorting Diane and Elizabeth onto the plane while Gunnar and Toll carried Caesar. Sky brought off the rear, hopping off the truck and onto the ground, walking on her toes and watching her feet placement carefully before she hopped onto the plane. Gunnar shut the door behind her and then banged on the door to signal to Barney and Lee that everyone was in.

"Everyone sit down and strap in!" Lee shouted from the cockpit.

Diane and Elizabeth were already seated in the seats towards the back with Yin sitting close by them while Toll and Gunnar wrangled Caesar into a seat with the former looking for their medical kit to start patching the large man up. "Sky," Yin spoke up, catching her attention. She looked over and saw that the martial artist was pushing a pair of boots towards her. She smiled and went to take the seat next to him so she could slip on the shoes.

Only when the plane started moving did their two guests speak up.

"W-We're really going home?" Elizabeth asked with tears still in her eyes as she held hands with her mother.

Sky nodded and gave her a smile. "Yes, you are. It'll be about a couple hours of flying so you get some sleep."

"T-Thank you," Diane thanked, choking back a sob. "Thank you for saving us."

"Don't mention it. It's what we do."

New Orleans, Louisiana

May 13th, 2012

The door to the garage opened before Toll road in on his motorcycle, gaining the attention of all the occupants of the room. Sky had been on the mats with Yin working through new moves while Lee made some comments and Gunnar and Barney were over by the desk drinking and talking through their latest mission. They stopped what they were doing and waited until Toll climbed off his bike and walked over so they could hear what he had to say. "Caesar's fine. He's just gotta make sure he doesn't pop his stitches which means he's gotta rest two weeks."

"How's he taking it?" Lee said with a smile on his face.

Toll rolled his eyes. "Man couldn't stop smiling saying he got two weeks off to spend with his family. Jenny came by and picked him up so he's back with his girls."

"That's good to hear," Barney said before he turned to his Goddaughter. "I've got to say, I'm impressed Sky. I didn't think your plan would quite as well as it did."

Sky laughed and gave a small shrug as Yin allowed her to take a break. "It's like I said, you boys need a little finesse." She gratefully accepted the water bottle that her father offered her before she frowned. "But I'm still convinced that we need a sniper."

"Sky, not that again," Lee muttered tossing a towel at his daughter upon hearing the start of the same argument she had started making months ago.

"No, I'm serious, we need a sniper!"

"We tried that already, didn't we?" Toll asked. "I mean we started training you to be our sniper, and Gunnar's already a sharpshooter."

Sky shook her head. "I'm not good as a sniper. Anything over seventy-five yards is iffy for me. And Gunnar's strong and has good hand-to-hand so we use him for most close combat situations too. We need a designated sniper. Jake's team has one and apparently he's like their life saver on missions."

Gunnar laughed. "Just cause Jake's team has one doesn't mean we need one."

"Think about it, it would be a lot easier to have a sniper in our corner," she said, wiping her face with the towel her father had thrown at her.

Yin gave a small shrug. "What could it hurt?"

The group silenced all mulling over the thought. They stayed that way for a few seconds before Barney downed his beer and got to his feet. "What the hell, I'll let Tool know to be on the lookout for any snipers and send them our way."

Fort Remington, North Carolina

May 13th, 2012

Jensen wanted to sleep for days. He was positively exhausted. He and the Losers had just gotten back from a mission in Mexico handling a drug cartel. And because he'd asked Roque if he had become a prison bitch—because really how could he not ask that after Roque had gotten captured, thrown into a small Mexican prison, and eyed by a man named Pablo—he nearly got his hand cut off. And when Clay prevented the knife-crazed man from cutting off his hand, Roque pulled rank and ordered him to run laps, do push-ups and sit-ups until he dropped, the second they got back from the mission. He'd been at it for three hours before Clay felt pity and told him to stop. After showering and changing into sweats he was pretty much dead as he sprawled half-way onto the table in their common room.

"You look like shit," Pooch laughed from his spot opposite the hacker as he ate a bowl of oatmeal.

"Ugh," Jensen mumbled, not moving at all. The table was cold on his cheek and it felt amazing and he was not moving anytime soon.

Roque looked entirely too satisfied on the couch as he polished his knives.

"You got a question you wanna ask me again?" Roque asked with a smirk as he rubbed his thumb lightly over the edge of the blade he was toying with.

"Nooooooo…"

"Good. Next time I'll gut you."

"Cougarrr," Jensen whined in a high-pitched voice childishly. The sniper didn't even look up from cleaning his rifle from his spot on the table just beside the hacker. "Cougarrrrrrrrrrrrr, Roque's being mean to me," Jensen whined again when the first attempt didn't work.

"No one told you to ask Roque if he was a prison bitch," Clay muttered from the other couch opposite Roque, rubbing his temples with his fingers, trying to drown out the sounds of whines and whimpers coming from their youngest member.

Jensen pouted before closing his eyes. "I bet Caesar would've laughed," he muttered into the table, though it was loud enough for the others to hear it.

"Who's Caesar?" Clay asked, his voice only showing a hint of interest.

"Hm?" Jensen mumbled before he processed the question. "Oh, he's family."

"Is he your uncle that flies?" Pooch asked with a raised eyebrow, remembering the conversation he'd had with the hacker over a year ago when they'd gone to New Orleans.

"No, that's Barney. Caesar uses big ass guns. You should see some of the ones he has. I mean it really shouldn't be called a gun, it's like a canon. And he names it and acts like it's a person, which is kinda weird, because who does that with guns?"

Cougar was tempted to point out that Jensen called his laptop 'Denise' and talked to it quite often, but he kept the comment to himself.

"What does your family do?" Pooch asked with a raised eyebrow. "If your uncle flies and this Caesar guy handles weapons that means their military, right?"

"Former military, yeah," Jake replied. "And now they're totally badass—"

Abruptly the hacker cut himself off and his eyes opened, realizing what he was about to say. He couldn't let the guys know that his family consisted of mercenaries. Soldiers and mercenaries didn't really get along. There was a lot of bad blood because soldiers considered mercenaries soulless since they fought for whoever paid the highest and they didn't fight for their country. Besides, if others found out they were mercenaries and knew where they operated it might not take a while before word got around. Any enemies the Expendables had could potentially find them and take them out. And he was not going to let that happen to his family.

Clearing his throat, Jake said the first thing that came to his mind. "—old guys who work at my uncle's tattoo shop."

"The uncle that flies?" Clay asked.

"No, a different uncle."

"How many damn family members do you have?" Roque asked with a shake of his head, though he sounded slightly interested.

Jensen pouted slightly and started counting on his fingers.

A buzzing in his pocket threw him off and he groaned and pulled his cell phone out, seeing that he had a new text message. He unlocked his phone and saw that it was from Sky. Immediately he sat up despite the ache in his muscles and placed his glasses back on his face so he could see what she wrote.

Back from the job. Everything went well except Caesar slipped and hurt his shoulder. He's okay. Video-chat later? (6:34 PM)

Jensen texted back a quick text message saying he had time now before he jumped up from his seat, making an excuse about checking emails before he rushed back into his room and started turning on his laptop. He plopped himself on his bed and tapped his thigh impatiently before he signed onto his computer, plugging his headphones in. Without hesitation he opened up his chat window and saw that Sky was already on. He called her and it took just a few seconds before he could see her in the small window on his laptop, her hair wet and up in a bun and an Army t-shirt on.

"Hey Sky! Can you see me?"

"Yeah I see you. You look tired. Everything okay?"

"Eh, I just got in trouble for running my mouth."

"So just a normal Tuesday?"

"Hey!" Jake pouted before he remembered the text message. "So how's Caesar doing? What exactly happened?"

"Not sure if I should talk about this over the computer."

"Are you using the laptop I got you for your birthday?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Then you're good! I made that completely untraceable and un-hackable—except by me of course," he grinned, proud of his work. "It's pretty much a ghost laptop. I bet even the CIA would be jealous of my handiwork. Though, since some of my work is the base for CIA algorithms, it's only to be expected that they'd want my genius. But anyway, no worries about being listened to, speak your mind."

She smiled and rolled her eyes. "In that case, the job went well. We got the mother and daughter out of Portugal and back State side early this morning and we got a nice paycheck for it. Six million dollars split seven ways is a little over eight hundred and fifty thousand for each of us."

Jake let out a low whistle. "I'm in the wrong profession. What the hell are you going to do with all that money?"

"Save it, mostly," she shrugged, shifting her position so that she was sitting with her knees to her chest. "I could use some new clothes since I grew out of some of them, but I was also thinking maybe I could buy a house."

"What?" Jake asked in surprise. "You want to move out?"

"Eventually I'm gonna have to. I turn twenty-one next month—"

"And I'm going to be there so I can give you a proper celebration."

"—and I know I can't live here forever. My room is starting to feel cramped. But mostly I was thinking about getting a place to make a sort of safe house."

"You think you need one?" Jensen asked immediately in concern. "Did something happen? Are you—"

"I'm good, Jake. I just like to be prepared. You never know when something like that could come in handy. I'm thinking of getting a couple properties around the states and maybe some overseas."

"That's actually pretty smart," Jensen complimented. "If there's ever a mission that goes bad and you need a place to get to fast that could be an option. Do you have enough money to buy a bunch or properties here and overseas?"

Sky smirked. "I've got a bit saved up."

"That is so unfair," Jensen pouted dramatically. "I bet you're like rolling in dough right now for pulling one job every once in a while and I have to kill myself in order to survive on my salary."

"Hey, remember I don't have the benefits you get. Whenever I'm hurt I gotta pay outta pocket. And not every job pays in the millions. But don't worry. Gunnar's been putting money into an account for you. Whenever you get out of the Army and decide to come back home, you've got a decent chunk of money waiting for you."

"I love my dad."

Sky smiled slightly before a slightly amused expression formed on her face. "So, I'm thinking about stealing your sniper."

As if on cue, Cougar walked in carrying his cleaned rifle over to his side of the room, putting it in its case and putting away all his cleaning supplies. Jensen looked up and tried not to laugh at the perfect timing. "Oh really now? And why is that?" Jensen noticed Cougar look at him with a raised eyebrow before he gestured to his headphones and the computer, mouthing 'video-chat'. The sniper nodded and went about his business.

"We're in the market for one," Sky said with a sigh. "It was my play that we ran with for the mission yesterday. And it worked almost perfectly, except that I made that plan with a sniper in mind. If we had had one, I'm sure Caesar wouldn't have gotten shot."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's good. He's back home with Jenny and the girls and he's milking it for all he's worth."

Jensen laughed. That did sound like Caesar. "Why don't you fill the position?"

"They tried training me to do it, but I suck. Anything over seventy-five yards is hit or miss, and for a sniper you can't be hit or miss. Besides, they can't afford to use me as a sniper since I'm the infiltration and recon specialist."

"Since when?" Jensen asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Since a couple months ago. Anyway, is there any way that I can persuade your sniper to come over to the dark side?"

"That sounds dirty," Jensen said with a devious expression on his face. "I don't know how I feel about this sort of talk with Cougar in the room."

Cougar looked up, his curiosity peaked.

Sky's expression immediately switched from amused to horrified in seconds, her cheeks visibly coloring even through the screen. "Oh my God, he is not in the room." Jensen just smirked. "Oh God he is in the room. Please pretend this never happened."

"Don't you want to introduce—"

"Finish that sentence and I will personally make sure I never have any nieces or nephews from you."

Jensen snapped his mouth shut.

"Now, I'm gonna go eat. Dad ordered Chinese food. I'll call you later okay?"

"Okay, bye!" Sky smiled before her window disappeared. Jensen smiled and went to unplug his headphones from his computer when he noticed Cougar looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "I was talking to Sky," he said as en explanation.

Cougar just nodded and went back to stowing his rifle. He probably didn't want to know anyway.