((So sorry about my delayed reply guys.  The rat race been getting me down))

Quinn whirled around to try and find the trace of the shots.  His eyes fixed on a sniper watching over them.  Some sort of militarized guardian angel.
"Get her in the car," Quinn called out, though his voice didn't bear the strain of stress.  It was unnervingly calm for a situation like this.  He had been Blood Army once, he knew what they were capable of.  He also knew how they operated.
"You're going to have to drive, can't do very well with this," Quinn said pointing to his scarred face, indicating the missing eyeball.