Mr. S grinned, straightening his hat as he looked at Nubias. "You haven't been here very long, so let me explain the situation to you. There are men that are labeled Rogues, such as me and Nikolai, and then they're are the bounty hunters, who don't want us in the picture. The problem is, my little group is outnumbered many times over, as not many like crossing the moral line, even if it benefits all in the future." Mr. S explained, sighing at the mention of the bounty hunters. "Basically, you'd get your fair share of money for being here when the shit hits the floor, and a couple jobs that may come up." Nikolai said, as he adjusted his beret. "We won't hold you if you're not interested, but we could use the help."