Character Name: Sam Doyle<br/>Location: The Laughing Dragon<br/>Tagging: Everybody<br/><hr/><br/>In his taxi on the way to the inn, Sam was not in a good mood.  First someone had somehow discovered his secret, his uncanny control over his own muscles and the ability to cause spasms in a target, and was now blackmailing him into working some sort of X-files case.  He had looked at the picture but what the hell was he supposed to say?  He was a cab driver, an amateur boxer and a lover of women, not a private detective.  The only thing that picture, the only apparent evidence he was shown, said to him was that the girl lying dead in it would have been pretty attractive if she didn't look like the latest victim of some low budget horror film monster.. that and the look on her face freaked him out more than the wounds on her body did.<br/><br/>Paying and exiting the cab, Sam finally pulled up to the inn where he was supposed to meet his fellow amateur detectives.  He thought back on what he had been told about them.  Quite honestly, nothing made much sense.  This was the most rag-tag random group of people he had ever heard of.  One of them was able to speak with ghosts, another was a living microscope, yet another...<em>*Well, whatever.*</em>he thought<em>*This thing didn't make sense from the start, no point acting surprised now.*</em><br/><br/>As he made his way up to the bar he paused, his hand on the half-open entrance, suddenly remembering one thing he<em>had</em>liked about this whole affair: nearly all of his teammates were women, and attractive ones at that.<em>*I might have a reason to get a little hands-on during this case after all.*</em>he thought with a smirk.<br/><br/>Now in a much better mood, he continued on in, entering the The Laughing Dragon with a smile on his face despite the gloomy interior.  As he spotted some faces he knew at the bar, he headed towards them, assuming that they had been briefed just as he had, calling out<strong>"Hey all, Sam Doyle reporting for duty." </strong>He held out his hand to each person in turn, shaking their hand in a firm but painless grip unless they visibly pulled away from him.<em>*The best first impression is always the hand-shake*</em>he thought to himself, believing strongly that a firm one exuded confidence, while a weak one indicated shyness and uncertainty.