Jack 'Titus' Paulson

"What the hell was that" Titus exclaimed as he moved to get a better look behind the bus. "No *bleep*ing way I could make something do that, how the hell could they" as he paced back and forth running his free hand through his hair. Sitting down and methodically cleaning his blade. "With any luck the designer of that was killed by it and those missiles aren't going to blow"