John had clocked Ward as he approached. He's have thought the kid was being sloppy, but knew he'd taught him too well. He'd wanted him to spot him. Still, the fact that he turned up showed that he was still weak.
"Tech isn't exactly your strong suit, kid. You're no Skye." Garrett folded the paper up, and looked at Ward. "Well, that would just mean they've gone soft. And, I'd rather not risk a bullet in the head. Truce or no truce."
John examined his protege, his weapon with a critical eye. Ward had given into his weaknesses, and Garrett knew he would have to fix that to make the kid any use to him at all.
"Arrived a week ago. Been scouting out the area ever since."