<div class="floatleft">(http://projectseso3a.wikispaces.com/file/view/will.jpg/129288509/226x283/will.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Deputy Marcus Lang<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sheriff's Office<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hagerstrom, Bianka, Maxi<br/><hr/><br/>His eyes narrowed as the Sheriff spoke to "Ken", deducing that the second guy though drunk had a reason to be angry because he'd caught him cheating. And from the sounds of things, this Ken didn't know how to cheat. Dumb bastard; ready to get cut because he was a lousy card shark. This place reminded him of so many other backwaters and rat holes he'd called home over the years...he had a feeling he'd fit in fine, even with that tin target clasped to his chest every day. Fred told the guy point blank that one day he'd cheat the wrong person and get shot for his troubles. Marcus nodded and opened his mouth to chime in.<br/><br/>"He's right. Seen it happen a few times. You'd be surprised how upset people can be when you get caught stealing large amounts of their hard earned creds." He didn't mention that he'd<em>also</em>been on both ends of that exchange before. Ducking bullets and pumping them out when someone tried to cheat him. His life was exciting if nothing else. He smirked at Hagerstrom when he said it wasn't just the new folks. This place tested everyone. "Good. Think it'd be mighty borin' otherwise, and we'd just be sittin' here collecting a paycheck. I like to earn my creds. And this is your rodeo, hoss. Lead on."<br/><br/>He didn't understand why so many people in his line of work had such big egos. Taking orders wasn't hard, especially when they weren't dumb. People could get so much more accomplished if they just swallowed their pride. It was why he usually never worked with anyone his pay grade or higher. On the way, he saw the buildings that he had a feeling he'd be getting very well acquainted with while he was here, and he had started rating them in his head as they walked by. He looked around the station when they finally entered, mapping it out in his mind before turning back to Frederick and the others. Bella was given the order to fix the guys busted nose, and she asked him to help.<br/><br/>And the Sheriff wanted him to drop Kenny off in the cells. Least he wasn't bored. He held up a finger to Bella since Fred wanted to get everyone in the system first . It barely took any time at all, and when he was back out, he smiled at her and walked over. "No problem at all. Don't flinch though...he's unconscious so he might move."  Nodding to her, he held the guy as still as possible while she broke his nose back into place. After she did, he slapped the man's face softly a few times before leaving him in Bella's care.<br/><br/>He stepped away and to the one of the two drunks who was actually aware of what was going on. "Come on, Kenny. Let's get your drunk ass in the tank. You can sleep it off and regret your life choices in the morning. Good luck with that hangover too. It'll hurt a lot more than that takedown when the sun comes out...trust me on that." Hauling the man up, he half walked-half carried him to the drunk tank, then opened the door and sat him down on the bench. "Sleep tight, bud."<br/><br/>He locked the cell behind him and left Kenneth to stew in his inebriation. He'd brought this on himself after all. He went and found the others, bringing his case with him into the barracks where joy of joys, the bunks were coed. And he and the Sheriff were the only men here. "This is...<em>efficient</em>," he said as nonchalantly as possible. He watched Gilda take off her shirt and roll around on a bed she claimed. His enhanced olfactory senses(got a great deal on them) let him smell just what she was marking with and it was potent.<br/><br/>Not bad either just...strong. After her, Danica took one of the beds near the door. Sheya took one near the wall. Bianka got the one near Fred's. It made sense considering how militant she was. He was their leader; she wanted to protect him. It was part of who she was. "I'll take the one in the corner by the window.<br/><br/>My philosophy when it comes to this is sleep near an exit...so you can keep the other guy from runnin' away." Dropping his bag on the perfect bed, he went back over to his own large case clearly full of weapons. "Armory would be great. Wanna make sure all my sensitive gear is tuned up for this environment. I'll help build if we don't have one. Between me and Bianka it wouldn't take too long I don't think. Unless we already got one, then I'll just hush up and you can show us later."<br/><br/>He glanced over at Maxi when she asked about the shifts and staff rotations. It was a good question that caused him to look around at everyone gathered. "We got a nice sized force here for the size of the town. Hell we probably don't need more than two or three on duty at a time aside from the Sheriff."<br/>