"F$%k!" Quentin curses before regaining his professional demeanor. "Watchtower, Quiet Man - This is going sideways fast. Contact is now on his knees, and I have an armed man pointing a kalashnikov at his head shouting something. I can read lips a little, but I can't make heads or tails of what's being said, probably not English."
Quentin carefully takes careful aim, putting the armed man's forehead square in his sights. At the same time, he's attemptingto keep aware of anything else that might pop up.
"I've got him locked into my sights, awaiting orders."