<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">MACK</span></span></div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_u">LOCATION</span><br/>Prison Dining Hall;<br/>Entering Main Street<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">TAGGING</span><br/>Mik</span></strong></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div>Mack passed out for some time after his encounter with Oberon.  He'd collapsed in his 'throne' -- an old electrocution chair draped in rags -- and left consciousness shortly after, the bottle of vodka gripped firmly despite his absence.  When he woke, perhaps an hour or so later, he couldn't remember having seen Oberon, that day, and the bottle in his hand was a welcome taste on his lips.  He stood and wobbled off to his room, dressed in his tech-suit, and left the prison with a mission: to hunt down Vern.<br/><br/>Of course, Mack knew better than to go after the man directly, but that didn't mean his mangy crew wasn't wandering around out there with secrets.  There was a perfect opportunity with the lull both sides had been experiencing to expect men with their guards down; if he could just snatch the right one...<br/><br/>He held his rail gun at the ready, not stupid enough to think the streets were safe, and headed through an alleyway as he approached Main Street.  The area was prime for scavengers, and he was lucky to have his infrared scanners pick up on heat a few blocks down straight away.  He couldn't help the smirk that spread over his lips, marking the location on the map his helm generated before heading back into the alley, and then up to intercept his target.  The overhead rumblings helped to disguise his slow, careful footsteps, though that didn't necessarily mean he was completely unhidden.  The man seemed to be looking for something and found himself rather unfortunate; he was desperate, even, and thus Mack's chances skyrocketed.  He was an easy target,<em>and</em>he recognized him as Vern's medic.<br/><br/>If deities existed, they were on his side.  He powered his rail gun and stepped from the nearest alleyway, speaking through his mask to his potential victim.  "Stand slowly and follow me or this rail goes through your skull."