Just as soon as Quinn's gun was returned to the safety of it's holster, it was out again in his hand.  His knuckles whitened around the grip and his jaw tightened.
In one swift motion, he pulled the crude poncho from his shoulders and tossed it to the ground.  He also took the time to push two bullets into the empty chambers of his revolver.
He only had fifteen rounds left, but no doubt these four new assholes would provide something.
"I'm going to kill them all," Quinn said coldly, venomously.
A four man team suggested reconnaissance.  Unless they changed the way they did things, Blood Army would send them out for a two or three day sweep.  If they were lucky, they'd still be a day from returning.  Meaning they wouldn't be missed for the time it would take for Quinn and the others to rest up over night and haul ass out of there the next morning.
Quinn looked again at Jake, "How do you want to do this?"