<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Following<em>The Line</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, just after nightfall<br/><strong>With:</strong>Levi, Open<br/><br/>Phil gave the officer a weary smile. He figured that playing to the men's current allegiances might get him a little goodwill from the hired guns.<strong>"Oh, just heading home after a hard day's work,"</strong>Phil told him, letting an edge of weariness creep into his voice and his smile along with Frontier dialect.<strong>"Left the cannery and dropped by one of the company stores to pick up the missus her to take her out for a bit birthday dinner. Honest sir, we just want to go home and sleep. We don't know anything about the strikers, we don't want to know anything about the strikers."</strong><br/><br/>He was milking his skills for all they were worth. His shoulders were slumped a little bit, his eyelids sat lower than usual, and he slouched just a touch. Of course, Levi's outfit might draw a few glances, but he hoped that the birthday excuse would keep them at bay on that little issue. Of course, he still looked approximately as rough as a badger, but he had taken into account the fact that they hadn't returned home yet for that issue. With the affected bulge on Levi's stomach, it would be easy to tell that she was "pregnant." The former smuggler hoped that all of their preparations would pay off and they could go free and clear.