<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>Marcus Lang<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Train > Station<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sheriff Hagerstrom, Darci, Danica, Open<br/><hr/><br/>He nodded slowly toward the Irish Setter Genomorph who had a very clear back home accent and introduced herself as Darci. She figured he was going to be a Deputy, and she figured right. "Nail on the head, miss. They figured a guy like me was a pretty good fit for a place like this. And I hate to admit they were right...but they were right," he said with a short exhale of breath as he looked out at the vast expanse of dull rushing past them. "Name's Marcus Lang, by the way. Good to meet you, Darci."<br/><br/>He didn't appear to be doing much aside from sitting there, but his eyes were scanning the car for all the information he could find. Aside from himself, there were a few other folks in here, although none of them interesting aside from the Genomorphs he was told he'd be working with. There was Darci, the one who'd talked to him at first whose name he still didn't know, and a third with them. And then there were two more scattered about that he didn't get to talk to yet.  "Heh. I like your enthusiasm, miss. But places like this...they don't get cleaned up. Just...less bad. I've seen it plenty of times. But the fun's gonna be in tryin' to get it that way I figure."<br/><br/>And finally the two guys who were starting to mess with one of the dog girls. At least they were bold. He scanned one, and nearly recoiled with how much black grass was in the guys system. Did he eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? They started howling like dogs, before she howled right back and they decided to join her at her seat. As the train slowed to a stop, he nodded to the two ladies he'd talked to and stood up.<br/><br/>He pulled a duffel bag off of his seat and slung it over his shoulder, then pulled out a double tiered, massive chrome case that needed hover tech so it wouldn't fall apart under it's own weight. His very own portable arsenal. "Same to you, ma'am. I'll see you on the other side." With his luggage ready, he went to the bathroom and took a quick piss before gathering his things and heading out; he'd been holding that for four hours.<br/><br/>Lazily striding over to the small group, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and lit it after sticking it in his mouth. "Damn, Sheriff. You look like, shit. Guess it's about time they sent you a team, huh? Recently appointed Deputy Marcus Lang, at your service. Brass probably sent word about me, but if not, here." His eye flashed red and a file was downloaded directly to Hagerstorm's personal data unit. "It's all there." He stood calmly, wondering how many here knew who he was, and how they'd treat him because of it. How many here had heard of the exploits of the "Black Death" as he'd come to be known over the years.