Shroudblow had lost track of how many places he had been in his life, suffice to say he had never had to worry about having the money to travel or not.  His clients had always been willing to pay for his flights or gas, in order to get him to where they needed him.  Such was the case this time as well.  Many people often wondered why he was a mercenary when his clients always seemed to be on only one side, the side of truth.  His answer had always been, "Just because I classify myself as a mercenary doesn't mean I must behave like others who call themselves the same thing, nor does it mean I 'must' take on absolutely every contract pushed my way."<br/><br/>As usual a client had brought him to this latest city.  For the time being he sat cross-legged on the roof of his car, which many had chastised him for owning.  But Sarge had never let him down before and thus he had no intentions of letting Sarge down.  Due to his preference of working at night, as well as his style, he had had Sarge painted midnight black to better remain hidden when he needed to, along with a few other after market additions he had installed.<br/><br/>Shroudblow always found it soothing to simply sit atop Sarge and "people/car watch" which is what he happened to be doing at the moment, killing time until nightfall when he would meet with his client in this city named Eden.  For the moment he watched an RV in the distance approaching the town, wondering who might be inside and what quirks they might possess.