I’m a former Marine with a pretty nice AR-15 and a solid, broad scientific education. My family is fairly wealthy and I would be able to relocate to many different places. I can grow my own food in many places and live off the land pretty decently, i have a solid working knowledge of botany, first aid, natural remedies and poisons, etc.

That being said, as his creator, I KNOW that I’m fucked. One day I open my door and take a claymore mine to the face, I get sniped from a rooftop, I have a hearty breakfast of ricin, or worse. There’s nothing I could do that he couldn’t anticipate and counter, and he wouldn’t risk a firefight with me. He has way too many layered defenses and strategies, he leaves NOTHING to chance, and he wears bleeding-edge ballistic armors. I could NOT kill him. I’d rather have Deathstroke after me, at least he’d look me in the eye as he kills me.

I’d ONLY have a chance at the bonus round… Otis is 5’10 and 46 years old, I’m much younger and taller. RMWS is quite wealthy, but he has zero interest in women after the divorce, which is part of the reason he has so much free time and money to dedicate to honing his skills (and teaching his son).