"Ever known a Nomad without wheels?" Butcher asked.  "Assuming you've got balls enough to hang on."  He chuckled.  "My baby is parked outside.  She's hard to miss."<br/><br/>He didn't wait for Damien to follow him, he simply headed out the door.  By the time the Solo had followed him out Butcher had half of his body armour strapped on.  He nodded towards the bike.  "Wheels enough for you?" he asked.  He nodded towards the rifle resting on the seat of his bike.  "Miltech Ronin.  Enough gun for this job?"<br/><br/>It was a rhetorical question.  The Ronin was enough gun for ANY job.