Nine made mental note of another person entering the bar, "That's 8." He muttered, having kept a running count. The count didn't include the bartender, the two guards outside, Kirk, or Mrs. Dunsany. It was an old habit and one that he doubted would ever go away. He'd been outside the bar for nearly two days, watching it through a sniper scope. He had hoped Soames would show himself but he had to consider the bar could have an underground entrance that let out beyond his sight range and if that was the case he could wait here for years and never see Soames. He was just going to have to take his chances with Kirk, although he wasn't a big fan of the man's tendency to shoot first. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t deal with though. Simply one more small annoyance between him and his goals.<br/><br/>His watch made one quick ultrasonic beep. A sound very few people could hear besides him but which set him instantly in motion. Working methodically and efficiently Nine dropped the sniper’s clip, ejected the cartridge from the chamber and loaded it back in the clip before he put it in its holster on his belt and stood up, picking the rifle up with him. He folded in the sniper’s pod and started unscrewing the barrel as he walked to its case and put it away. He tossed some leaves over the case to keep it hidden while on patrol before grabbing out a pair of special sunglasses that projected a small picture into the right lens. It showed the door to the bar in real time, the feed coming from a camera he’d set up and zoomed in to get a good view of the door.<br/><br/>It was one of his few prized piece of still working electronic equipment that he’d taken from GenCorp. Most of his stuff had fried itself, a mechanism GenCorp had put in them to stop the enemy from getting a hold of them, but a few things he’d been able to save. He’d hidden them in a damping field that prevented the kill code from being received by the electronics until he’d been able to dissemble them and take out of self-destruct miniature bomb.  He’d only been able to save the bare minimum really. His sniper and pistol, his special sunglasses that doubled as night vision and heat vision goggles, his camera, his watch, and his disguise kit. It was all he needed to perform his usual duties but some of the gadget’s he’d left behind sure made it easier. Like a motion sensor to protect his small camp while he was on patrol, that’d be nice to get back. Or his old sound equipment so he could hear what Kirk was talking about with Mrs. Dunsany.<br/><br/>He sighed as he started making his slow circle around the complex, looking for enemy snipers or covert ops teams as well as secret passages in to the building and any weird footprints that might lead him to a secret passage. He paused routinely ever few minutes in his slow circle to cycle vision modes on his glasses and take a look around. He nearly made a full circle, thinking he’d not find a single living soul like he hadn’t the past two days, when, to his surprise, he saw a small red dot that was moving off in the distance. He couldn’t make out what it was from here but he quickly dived for cover anyways, rolling behind a tree before looking again to see if it had moved. It hadn't seemed to notice his sudden movement or change direction so he decided it either hadn't seen him or didn't care. Either way he decided to investigate.<br/><br/>As he approached he was surprised by what he saw, it was some sort of furry human with a tail and animal ears. Or at least that's what he could tell from here. He watched it run up to a cabin and yell some name in to it. "What the hell is a GenCorp experiment doing in the swamp?" Then he followed her as she walked towards the bar and silently noted a ninth person entered the building on his sunglasses, "That's 9." a weird one who didn't look quiet like the usual ruffian but who Nine didn't recognized so he didn't care about him too much. He kept his distance from the GenCorp experiment, trying to think of where it had come from but he didn't know any GenCorp facilities in that direction, and as far as he could tell she wasn't being followed by anyone else so she must have been release by some crazed rebel thinking she could take care of herself. He nearly ran to stop her from going to the bar but held himself back, no, he could use this. He watched her call the name again and then walk towards the door, as she did he went for an intercept path, meeting her at the door, smiling big for the guards and opening it for her to walk in.<br/><br/>Once inside he put a hand on her shoulder and walked for the bartender, directing her to walk beside him with his hand. He flashed a broad grin for the bartender like he'd just won a huge prize and was on top of the world, "I've got something Kirk wants to see." Hoping she would be his ticket in with the rebels as they would think he liberated her.