<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/>One of the skills you learned being a bodyguard, hitman, assassin, mercenary, and every other job title he'd had was how to read body language and subtle hints people gave off. Well that was even a necessary skill to have to know that Sheya as she'd introduced herself had some problem with him. Well that was fine as long it didn't keep him from doing his job and eventually getting out of here. He half wondered just what it was about him though.<br/><br/>There was any number of things he could have done to her or someone she knew, but he'd never know until she brought it up.  He couldn't help but snicker when Hagerstrom informed them that not only had he been here alone, but no matter where they were from, they had a lot to know about keeping the law here in Freud's Slip. The part that really made him laugh was when he said before the week was out, someone would try to kill them.<br/><br/><em>Bring it on,</em>he thought. All he needed was a reason, and in a place like this, he was sure he'd be getting plenty. "I doubt we'll have a shortage of exciting moments as long as we're here. I'm kinda lookin' forward to it. Wanna see what the local talent has to offer." He'd fought with people across the galaxy.<br/><br/>From the Arachnoid Tribal Warriors of Reclusia to the lizard men from Ssithis and the technologically advanced Vortigaunts. Some hilbillies with light rifles would be a fun change. Turning to the doberman girl, he shrugged his shoulders at her question, but was sure Hagerstrom had a real answer. "Maybe we'll get lucky today. Sheriff takes us to the saloon and we see a brawl start up."