<div class="floatleft">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/19100000/Timothy-Olyphant-timothy-olyphant-19189543-480-480.jpg)</div><div align="center">Corbin "Miles" Walker finds himself a little short...</div><hr/>The underground, the darker places that the lowest of the underprivileged swelled in, was home to Corbin. There was reasons he did not spend times in the high rises, he loathed them, the little glass boxes that imprisoned those terrified to leave their little cage to see what the world had really become. Korvus was "home", the only city he had ever been in, his parents had retired as soon as they had enough money and had left him alone. In that time he settled in some small apartment that at one point been used as storage. The rent was cheap and it was secluded and hidden which offered him his privacy.<br/><br/>It had been a few weeks since his last job, enough to cover a few weeks of expenses as he waited on the next job to increase in value. Some people who moved money on the markets did the same, it was all about biding your time and waiting for the best opportunity and it had come up. Corbin had seen the post in the police HQ on his way to a hole in the wall tavern he frequented. After a stiff drink a hearty breakfast and a little romp with a girl who always looked happy to see him as long as he had money he was on his way to sign up.<br/><br/>Corbin only had a handful of credits left, not much to worry since he knew one job could get him enough money for a few months if he managed it well, which he wouldn't. There was no line as usual, not many where foolish enough to take on jobs out of the city so when he saw two people who looked out of place he could not help but chuckle.<br/>"You ladies lost?"<br/>He commented to no one in particular as he took a seat and waited for the chief or whoever was giving out the job to give him the details. One moved, she seemed eager to get out there, she would learn. Leaning back in the chair he kicked his dusty jeans in front of him and crossed his boots at the heel as he tilted his head down for a little shut eye. The prosthetic eye had been covered by his red bandanna, a make shift eye patch to prevent people from staring even if the red rag seemed to draw more attention then the flickering eye. The Police Hq was one of the safest parts of the city to get some sleep, he normally got drunk so he could spend a night in the drunk tank to sober up.