<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>Train > Station<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hagerstrom, Bianka<br/><hr/><br/><br/>He was mostly quiet at this point, but let out a laugh when Hagerstrom said what he was thinking about. People in this town were on average far more dirty than they were clean. And dogs had really descriptive taste buds. If she bit one, she might try to finish the job just because the poor SOB insulted her sense of taste and leave a slime trail on her tongue. When Hagerstrom looked up at the huge sun in the sky of this forsaken rock they all stood on, Marcus followed his gaze.<br/><br/>There seemed to be a quickly moving pattern covering one of his eyes as his internal clock adjusted itself for the current time. He didn't even need a watch. After that, the Sheriff gestured for them to follow, and they all did, trailing him back toward town and the Sheriff's Office which would be their new home for the foreseeable future. Along the way, his eyes scanned the area, pointing out to him a layout of the town so he could see approach and escape routes, alleys, places that could be used as hiding spots or for sight lines. Funny how this stuff worked just as well in law enforcement as it did contract work. The people were going inside, and the temperature gauge on his HUD explained why.<br/><br/>That big ass sun floating over them was making it as hot as...shit he'd just gotten here and he was already thinking up countryisms. It was just fucking hot. As the rather large and well armed(with guns or natural weapons) group got closer to their destination, two drunks exploded out into the middle of the road. It was like a shitfaced showdown, only they didn't have guns. Lucky for them too; probably would have shot their own toes off or something. He had a good laugh at that, until one pulled out a blade. Bianka shouted the danger and Hagerstrom stepped forward. In a flash Marcus' gun had cleared it's holster and was aimed to wing the guys hand.<br/><br/>But Hagerstrom impressed him by decking the drunk and breaking his nose in the process. The guy was quick to hit the ground, and his "friend" suddenly sobered up enough to run, but not enough to run well. And run he did...right into the sexy wall of muscle that was Bianka. Almost as fast as the Sheriff had dropped Drunk #1, Bianka had #2 pinned to the ground, dazed, and confused. He clapped slowly for both of them, clearly impressed with their skills and abilities.<br/><br/>Then tilted his head to the side when Bianka asked him for prophecies and duct tape. "Heh. I wouldn't call em' prophecies...I'm not<em>that</em>arrogant. Let's say they're lucky predictions. And my next one would be...next time we come across a disturbance, it won't be two drunks that can barely stand up. Next time we'll need to be on our guard. Places like this? They like to<em>test</em>the new guys from time to time. And aside from our Sheriff, that's everyone here."<br/><br/>As for the duct tape well..., he slammed his fist onto the large box he'd brought, and a compartment popped open. He reached inside and pulled out a small bar of metal. He twirled it in his fingers and showed it to Bianka like he was actually going to use it. Then after closing the compartment, he walked over and kneeled down. Gripping it with both hands, he bent the metal around the guys wrists like makeshift cuffs.<br/><br/>"Started usin' these pretty early on when I was bounty hunting. A lot harder to slip out of than cuffs, and pretty much impossible to break without a loooooota power." Even though it was clearl she didn't need the help, Marcus assisted Bianka lifting the perp to his feet so they didn't have to drag him all the way back to the station. He thought about cuffing the other guy but after that punch, he doubted he'd be trouble. Hell he doubted he'd be fully conscious for at least a few minutes. "Hot damn; not even ten minutes and we're already havin' fun. I might just learn to like it here, you guys."<br/>