Jack almost reacted when the man punched his shoulder, his system first registered it as an attack, but he hesitated and figured out it was just a friendly gesture. He nodded his head and then scanned the scene for where Hector was camping. He didn't see him and started off in a random direction.<br/><br/>"Hey buddy, You drunk? Hector is over there in that big house, 2nd floor." The Marauder corrected him and Jacks nodded again and changed his course. He walked past the guards and up the stairs, rounding the corned he saw the man that had attacked them last night sitting in a large formerly plush chair. He wasn't a big man, but his frame was sinewy and he looked like he was an advantageous fighter. The man's jacket which was slung over the arm of the chair,  a typical black leather jacket with the embroidered gang emblem on the back. Without it, Jacks could see that he had a prosthetic arm, the cybernetic limb was cobbled together from 1st generation Sentinel pieces.<br/><br/>"Alright Joe, Hey the guys have rested enough, I want you to organize more search parties. That Sentinel and the chick have to be around here somewhere.....Hey what's wrong with your hand? You cut yourself?" Hector said as he rose out of the chair and stalked over toward Jacks.