<strong>Havel</strong><br/><br/>"Fall in, Company Man." Doing his damndest not to show his relief at Yankee's sudden return to the roster, Havel points his smoke-pole up and away, settling the butt on his hip. Jerking a thumb over his shoulder toward Morgan, he adds, "We'll talk about this later."<br/><br/>Turning his attention towards the muckety-muck, Havel gives the little black fuck a wide grin, his eyes as cold as ice. It's time for a well-earned lesson. "I'm not scared'a you, spook-pusher. God may be watchin', but I'm the one doin'. You ain't got the balls to go blade-to-blade with me, gotta go sneakin' around puttin' a spook in my Man. Now I've got to educate."<br/><br/>There was a shuffle and a quiet word from Morgan behind him, then the sharp click-clack of a pistol's slide. Apparently, she'd decided Yankee was trustworthy enough to hand off her backup to him. That's good and bad; good because Havel needs all the help he can get covering this bunch, bad because Yankee might still have a ghost on him. Just have to wait and see. Turning his hesitation into a dramatic pause, Havel continues, never taking his frigid stare away from Spooky.<br/><br/>"My name is Captain Havel, free man of the One Blood. I've led the Company since we left the Annum Campus, when it burned to the ground. I've seen more road, more blood, and more pure shit than you could ever dream of, you addled-up windtalker. I would dearly love to kill you here and now, but as I see it, accounts are settled. You didn't know me when you put a ghost on one of my Men, but you know me now." Raising his empty hand, he taps it just under his left eye, still fixated on the priest.<br/><br/>"I see you again, I'll kill you and every man, woman, and child that ever gave you a kind word. I hear you been hanging around my Company's stompin' grounds, I'll find you, break your legs, and leave you out for the wild hogs. You feel the need to challenge me on this, you scrawny little shit-stain, do it here. Do it right now. You and me, one on one." Stepping back, Havel holds his hands out wide, shotgun switched into his left to be held by the barrel, never turning his back on the cult or their leader.<br/><br/>A man has two choices in life, when you get right down to it: submit and walk away, or challenge and fight to the death. Havel hopes the little bastard will pick the latter. There's always a chance that the cultists will be completely lacking in honor and attack anyway, but after their prophet bites the dust, they might be too shaken up to try anything... Worth a shot.<br/><br/>"I ought'a mention," Havel goes on after a moment, with a careless, near-feral grin, "This is all a sideshow. I got business in town, so make it quick."