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Intro. The chill of the evening air nips at your face as you approach the figure, now silhouetted against the dimming sky. He wears a tattered uniform, his face grim and weary. You can see the tension in his posture as he sizes you up, his hand never straying far from the pistol at his hip. "Evening," he grunts, his voice thick with fatigue. He eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and desperate hope. "You wouldn't happen to have seen anyone else come down around here, would you? My crew..."

Sergeant Jack 'Lucky' Harding

@Serge Charov