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I seem to get stuck with the complicated jobs. Not that I'm complaining, Mike would screw it up as he's too direct. Though...it's odd. This place...no one is around.

Date - December 31st, 2055

*Location - *????????

Time - 1:30 pm

Dark clouds hovered above a large city, bringing with it the a shower of depression on an already troubled city. It seemed since the Ploho came in and kept their greedy hands on the economy going out and into the city. Anything kash related went through their fingers, with most of it being kept in their palms while the public kept a quiet mouth and a blind eye to anything, lest they would end up with 10 lbs of lead added to their body weight or their own custom pair of cement shoes and a free trip to the ocean. At a local cafe, business was miserable as usual, with rarely anyone wanting to go out of their homes for any unnecessary free loading.

Only one customer was drinking coffee outside, with the rain letting up, he was served a piping hot cup of tea from a honey furred color canine waitress, not minding the bit of business but wondering why a human would be around, "S-sir...you..shouldn't be here..."they" may...show up...", she said while covering her face with the serving tray, worried for the safety of his male dressed in a green camo hoodie, not being able to see his face too well but the smooth fleshy dark skin showed enough that he was a human. Humans were especially despised, with the caste system having them at the very top, the city was completely devoid of any humans at all, being either shot up or run out of the city years ago, "Don't worry...I can take care of myself--oh wow..this is good green tea...thank you.", he complimented, getting a blush from her face from the praise.

The streets though paved, rarely saw any vehicles due to them being outlawed by anyone other than the Ploho and their cars. As she went inside, she heard the sound of revving engines, giving a light arf then running inside, "T-they're coming!...run!", she shouted, closing the glass windowed doors and telling the rest of the staff to prepare. The human continued sipping the lightly bitter tea, not caring much for the several cars driving up and parking in front of the cafe, nor the loud footsteps getting closer and louder towards him. When he looked up, he saw three rather buff males, in black shirts, and sun glasses. One Bear, one Tiger, and a wolverine who seemed to look the meanest of the bunch, "This is him right?...Camo hoodie..dark colored human human. He's been around many places...snooping where he should. Why are you here human?", growled the tiger, slamming his paw onto the table.

The human shook his head, putting the cup down and checking the three out, "Uhh...I didn't catch that. I don't speak...whatever it is you're speaking.", he remarked, not able speak the language he was saying. Though giving their matching looks, they were probably the ones who owned the city, or rather lackeys of the ones who had proper control. Before he could say anything else, he was whacked from behind by something hard, knocking him over and breaking the wooden chair he was sitting on. Peeking from the windows, the canine waitress gave a scared yelp, warning him and knowing that he would probably be slaughtered. The rest of the staff pulled her away, knowing full well that if she was spotted, she would be taken away too.

"????? ?????? ?? ????? ??? ??????, ?????? ??... ??? ?????? ???? ????? ??????. ?? ???? ?? ??? ?? ?????? ????? ????????????? ????. ? ????, ??? ? ?????", remarked the tiger, making the rest laugh as the lifted up the human by the head, his large paw gripping it hard while holding a pistol to his neck. The green eyes staring back didn't seem too phased, merely eying it, then back up to the tiger who growled when seeing no fear. He then threw his victim across the street, right through a street lamp and right into a wall with a loud crash. The eerie silence of the city made it even more of a spectacular moment, leaving a big hole in the wall of the building. The tiger walked to one of the armored cars and pulled out a 12 gauge shotgun, planning on making his human taste fear by blowing his limbs off one by one, " ??? ??? ???? ????????? ? ???????, ???????... ?? ??? ??????? ??????? ????? ??? ??????? ??????, ? ?? ??????... ???? ???????."

The human laid there still, seemingly knocked out or even dead from the strength of the tiger. As the tiger moved forward with his eyes locked on the target, knowing that it would have a little ounce of life left suddenly stopped walking. A spray of blood flew from his head, the other two gasping and looking around, not even hearing a thing, "!", shouted the bear, looking up on top of all the roofs to find the target before he too suffered the same fate. Brains splattered once he fell, his last moments not hearing his killer while the Wolverine got into the car during the commotion. As he turned the key, the glass shattered, along with most of his skull and face from the strength of the bullet. There was a loud yell coming from the cafe, someone fainting as they were watching things unfold.

Everyone on the block shut down their businesses with the metal security doors over the windows and every entrance, reserved for emergencies and martial law, knowing that soon there would be re-enforcements. A loud crash came from near the car, someone arriving from the sky and breaking the concrete with their fall. They looked at their kills, spitting on them as he went to see if it wasn't too late to save the victim, only seeing it when noticing the crash of the building when doing recon. Suddenly from the rubble, emerged the human, looking alright though just dirty from the debris, "Man, what the hell. Everything was going according to plan...I could have killed them myself you know.", said the human, seeing that his "savior" was a fish out of water. A female black and blue shark holding what he knew was a DMR, but the distance they were shot at felt too far if they couldn't hear the shots.

What was interesting about the sharkess was her arms were robotic, being enhanced for battle, though her somewhat skimpy outfit and nipple tape didn't give the impression that she was a soldier type. She wore nipple tape which was barely covered by the thin black straps holding together her short shorts, which would definitely not provide cover for any thing. Though he noticed upon further glance that her body, up to her face was protected by a shield, definitely Abu tech which was powered by a little hexagon shaped power supply at her hip. The white inner flesh and the black flesh which was dotted with blue spots all over her arms, legs and tail gave her a unique look, along with blue braided hair going down the back of her head, though having a good amount of white hair flowing down the front of her head.

The shark pointed her gun at him, a bit shaken that he seemed to be completely unphased by what had just happened, " ??... ?? ???? ??? ??? ????????... ???? ?? ????????? ???????.", she asked with a sweat drop going down her head, getting a confused look from him. He gave a sigh, shaking his head as he began to walk away, "I don't get this...why would that Nerd Brian send me to a town where nearly everyone speaks this language I don't understand...I'll say thank you in the universal way since you did go out of your way for me.", he replied while giving a thumbs up, walking over towards the now vacant and bloodied car, being rather causal for someone with a gun pointed at them.

"...You're a real jerk ya know that? I should've realized a human like you has no manners when talking to a lady....least have the foresight to research where you are going.", she said with a growl, her pearly whites showing as she seemed annoyed. He turned upon hearing her speak english, seeing that she did have a point, "Oh? Not my fault that he didn't let me know---wait, you can speak english? Could have done so before....heads up though. Not every guy will drop their jaw with you wearing that.", he commented when noticing she was barely wearing much, though having a pistol at her other hip. She shrugged and walked over to grab the shotgun while the human tossed the body out of the vehicle, being careful not to get brains over his hoodie.

"I'll have you know, the less on me, the less hinders my movement...though..aside from your ignorant banter, you seem familiar..let me see your face.", she ordered, Ruru pulling out what he needed from the glove compartment. A P.I.C. that belonged to the late goon squad, grabbing it and looking at the curious sharkess, "Hmmm? Well why not. Though I gotta move after this. Showing off is for off duty time.", he joked, taking off his head and getting a light gasp from the shark. The green fuzzy hair, the green gotee, and the dark skin all matched up with what she remembered reading a few days ago. Ruru normally had this effect on women, though he knew it wasn't his stunning good looks that she was surprised at.

"Y-You're Ruru! That dragoon who helped that other dragoon cause the prison to fall. I would thank you since my work pile increased, but why in the heck would you release all of those prisoners!? Innocent people are suffering due to your careless actions.", she shouted while stomping the ground, leaving a hole in it from how powerful her steps were. It seemed even her legs were enhanced from slightly above the knees, showing that she was well past the limitations of any regular shark or soldier. The dragoon sighed and shook his head, knowing that the official news painted him and Michael in a bad light, "It's a long story shark girl. I didn't release anyone, they happened to escape before the place crumbled when we were---actually...I don't really have time to explain. I gotta find Tatyana ASAP....", he said while shrugging, about to walk away before getting grabbed from behind.

The grip was rather tight, seeing that the shark girl was a petite 5'6" tall, "Two things, one, the name's Nika, not "shark girl.", two, why are you after the doctor dragon? I can't let you go free so easily given your history of crime.", she threatened, Ruru raising an eyebrow at her words. He shook his head, patting her metal hand, "I'm just going to save her, relax Nika. What are you, some kind of ally to justice or something, going around shooting anyone who you think is bad?", he asked, getting a growl from her and pulling the dragoon down onto the concrete street. Her strength was something else, though he didn't really try to resist since it seemed that she had no ill intentions against him, just alot of spunk.

With a loud bang, she brought the human down onto his back, cracking her knuckles while looking at him, "No, an ally of justice won't finish the job. I make sure they won't be able to hurt anyone again, by giving every criminal 10 grams of lead to their skulls, or legs. But you're going against the Ploho, you must have some balls on you. Been trying to bring them down for years, but there's just too many of them.", she remarked, sighing as she remembered how her town succumbed to the scum of the underworld. Ruru sprung back onto his feet, wiping the dirt from his hoodie and jeans, then chuckling at her words, "Well then. If you can translate for me, then you can tag along. I need Tatyana alive above all else...and I have to admit. You can use that dmr pretty well, and considering the gleem in your eye when you picked up that shotgun, you must love that too."

She huffed and turned away, not wanting to admit that the ole splatter-gun was her personal favorite. As Ruru turned on the P.I.C., he brought up the screen for them to see, getting up the information on their hideout and the location of the target.

• Earlier that day....

This is the last day I have to convince him. Hopefully after this mission, he'll get his mind looking forward.

_ Location - Orez Delivery Company, basement _

_ Time - 11:46 am _

Ever since the announcement nearly a week ago, the dragoon of fire had been hard at work training day in and day out. It was the best investment Ruru thought, the training bay being quite sturdy and perfect for intense fights and practice matches. Michael agreed that since it was right here, there was no reason to even go anywhere, just wake up and start training each day. His best friend and rival Ruru fought against him in a flurry of wind based moves to counter the fire based warrior. Unfortunately it wasn't a useful tactic at first so Ruru switched out to the thing he was best at, trading blows. Normally a strategy would be used but since this was merely to get Michael's bearings straight, the dragoon of wind kept it nice and simple. The two punched at each other's fists, choosing not to use weapons as Ruru had none at the moment, "Come on Mike! I know you got lazy but this is just bad.", taunted Ruru, managing to push his friend back with the raw powerful in his arms. Michael was sent back a few feet, not surprised that in a full on brawl, he was having trouble keeping up.

"Huff...it's not fair! You've always been...physically tougher.", complained Michael, stepping back forward and clashing again with the dragoon of wind. A massive gust of wind came from the blocked punches, the entire building starting to shake under the stress and power between the two dragoons. Three fireballs were fired out from Michael's hands, large ones the size of bowling balls flying right towards Ruru. To counter, Ruru let out gusts of slicing wind, though the several cutting blades were snuffed out by the flames, forcing him to evade. The explosions from the fireballs were unexpected, blowing him forward and off balance, "Crap!", he shouted, finding himself on the floor by a strong follow up punch by the dragoon of fire. The two were panting from the sparring, a hand being offered to the downed dragoon by his best friend.

Ruru took it and quickly got up, giving a chuckle at the sudden reversal, "Man...I don't remember your fireballs doing that. Least that training you did before seems to have paid off. Though I have to admit, that spiritual power you have is better than mine....couldn't even cut those stupid things.", he complimented, Michael nervously rubbing the back of his neck. The two focused on completely different areas, while Michael maintained a steady balance between his physical and spiritual prowess, Ruru focused more on his physical aspect and relying much less on his dragoon spirit for the special moves. That meant that his energy usage was at a near minimum, giving a distinct advantage in dragged out battles but also meaning that when it came to the big attacks, it would take alot out of him, "Yea...been really trying to improve on them. Though don't complain, it's 12-5 your favor. I'm still getting my butt kicked here."

As the two prepared yet another sparring session, a flash of light appeared from the side, drawing their attention and seeing Abu teleporting in the area. He still had on his lab-coat, but he had a plastic bag in both hands, "Good thing you two will always try to outdo the other. Rivalry is a great motivator.", remarked, Abu, walking towards the middle of the somewhat charred looking floor, with the walls riddled in nicks most likely due to the wind and fire abilities being tossed at each other like 3 year olds arguing, "I brought you guys lunch. And a quick assignment to do.", added on Abu, the two smelling something delicious from the bags. Although Michael was hungry and interested, Ruru was skeptical on the mission at hand.

"Quick? I doubt it...that prison break in was supposed to be quick and look at what happened. Though I'll probably care less after I get that pastrami I smell.", said the dragoon of wind, the scientist looking somewhat annoyed as he did feel bad over the events of that day but ignoring it as he had bought six foot and a half long sandwiches. He had gotten two pastrami, with the other ones being ham and other veggies put into the mix. The three dragoons shared the meal in the middle and relaxed for a bit, drinking some bottled water to wash down the tasty bread and meat. After about 15 minutes, they finished off their food, with Abu leaving half a sandwich to the dragoon of fire who was still hungry, "Good, we're full and energized. Despite Ruru's...comment, I can assure you, this SHOULD be a quick assignment. It's merely about looking for information...since the main person for it has been killed. You two familiar with a dragon named Koi?", Abu asked, Ruru giving a nod and Michael thinking about it for a moment. The name was definitely familiar, but it wasn't something ingrained into his mind.

"Don't worry Eurasia, you did meet him once. I was told that he was shocked when two dragonesses brought you to him. He had all but given up on dragoons..though he had faith you would put N.D. back in his place once more.", continued Abu, quickly reminding the dragoon of fire of that day at the Dragon's Den. Though it was for a brief few moments, it was how they got the information they needed, though it was distressing to hear that the dragon he had met was now dead. Michael nodded with a frown on his face, "I remember now...that's right...but you said he's dead?...who killed him?", he asked, wanting to know the murderer, in which Abu quickly answered one word, "Virage.", a word that made Michael's face turn white and Ruru raise an eyebrow.

"That's bullshit. Please tell me you're bullshitting us, cause of what I said. No way N. Dick managed to get the parts already. Mike was out of commission but I kept tabs on what he was doing. Fyre also still has the virage soul gem, which without being able to replicate it, he shouldn't have a suitable power source.", replied Ruru, Michael remembering what he learned in class. Virages were horrible monsters, which destroyed cities and maimed all species without discrimination, who were led by the now extinct Winglies. Abu adjusted his glasses, expecting the reaction to what should be impossible news, "Well yes and no. N.D. has yet to remake the classic style of Virage, which was basically a war machine at 30 feet high. He made a different version using different energy source, one I have yet to discover its origins. But it's no doubt just as deadly.", continued Abu, turning to look at Michael, "Eurasia...this his how he caught your brother. He sent 8 of them after him. They overwelmed him with sheer numbers...you probably weren't aware of the event because of your depression. And the matter was covered up very quickly."

It was bad news hearing that a weapon of mass destruction had returned, though not even at its fullest. Michael looked a bit down for a moment, hough the fact that his brother took out so many showed that there was most likely still a gap in ability between himself and Abyssion. Abu rubbed his chin in thought, before focusing on Eurasia, "Honestly it was probably a major set back to N.D. and very costly to sacrifice such expensive-to-make weapons. It just..boogles my mind as to why he went through such great lengths to capture Abyssion. It wasn't like he was doing anything to oppose him.", commented Abu, knowing that there had to be more to it than simply wanting the dragoons dead. but that's something to ponder another time, "Eurasia, I need you to go to next best thing."

A 3d holographic map of the planet came into view, the scientist holding his P.I.C. between them and using a hand to zoom onto the somewhat symmetrical planet, "You're going to be heading out here. It's a fair distance from Saint Falda so you'll be teleporting on the outskirts of the town of Haze, where you'll be looking for a lizard-man called Lager. He's the only swamp lizard where you'll be searching so it can't be too hard to find him. Unfortunately I have no other intel on him aside from his name....so try to keep a very very low profile.", he explained to Michael, not the best guy for sending on a sneaking mission. Abu however made sure to send him to an easier place, while Ruru would focus on a more intense location that needed more subtlety.

"And you Ruru, you're going to ????????, a city roughly the size double the size of Saint Falda to get in contact with a dragon by the name of Tatyana. Though compared to here, we have a paradise...Otchayanie is held tight by the grip of the underworld, illegal trafficking and the mafia... It's supposed to be raining there too so take a raincoat. Remember, that town is well known for its firearm useage on the streets...try not to get into a scuffle.", ordered Abu, Ruru shrugging as he was pretty good at going undercover. Though the scientist quickly pointed back at Michael, giving him a serious look, "That goes double for you Eurasia. Since now the world is well aware of your name, everyone is on the look out for you.", he reminded the dragoon of fire, noticing a massive increase of searches and interest for the bounty placed on his head. All that was left was pretty much choosing proper attire to not raise suspicion.

"Well...just leave it to me. Mike, you're a large right? I should have something for both of us.", said Ruru, flying up and out of the training bay. Unfortunately the rest of them couldn't fly, Abu taking the moment to clean up the lunch he got for them, least he could do for sending them out into dangerous territory once more. Michael quickly ran to the ladder to climb up, wondering what did his friend have in mind.

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Location - Town of Haze, Town gate

Time - 12:23 pm

The town of Haze was located more to the south east of Saint Falda. It was built in the middle of a desert, the only spot where bedrock was found and ground water was plentiful. Originally an Oasis, it was soon transformed as a getaway hangout for the more seedy form of life of those needing to hide themselves from the world's watchful eyes. Michael immediately teleported to the city, feeling the warmth of the sun, which was a complete 180 from the near sub zero temperatures back in Saint Falda. Ruru gave him a deep red hoodie and long blue jeans, along with a black scarf to cover his face, mouth and hair. Despite not being proper for the weather, it was a good enough disguise to walk around where people don't ask questions.

The dragoon had done recon and sneaking missions before, but they were never his forte, putting away his P.I.C. into his pocket and entering the quaint town. Michael thought he had walked into one of those old western movies he saw growing up, seeing wooden cabins barely the size of a regular house, all having signs like Tavern, Saloon, Blacksmith. Though the only difference was that many of the people walking around had rather sinister looks on their faces, from Alligators to Zebras, there was quite a diversity in species. Knives and guns were also a common weapon on everyone's waists, with holsters having magnums and handguns, "....Need to be careful...little rusty at this. I should check out...the bars obviously.", thought Michael, making sure to have brought a steady supply of Kash in coins to purchase the information if need be.

An hour passed by rather fast, seeing that most of the taverns and pubs were rather empty. Everyone was out doing their illegal business, and the dragoon was sent out at a rather bad time to try and listen to any banter. Though he got a lead from a blacksmith who mentioned that the hot place was a newly opened establishment called the Slender Slick Pub. Michael noticed that the time was already nearly 2 pm, walking right in past the wooden push doors. The building was much larger than any of the rest, looking more like a Saloon than a Pub, with enough room to fit over 40 people inside on the first floor. Unlike the rest of the town, there was activity, of mostly lizard like species talking inside. Everyone noticed the stranger and noticed his somewhat small physique, knowing that it meant that the new comer was a human. Humans were welcome, but rare, since the majority were hated for being on the top of the Caste System.

No one seemed to care too much and went back to their food and laughter over previous successful jobs. At the bar there was only one person sitting, a croc with a red scarf, black cowboy hat and a black vest with blue jeans, looking like an outlaw straight out of the movies. He was chomping on some kind of meat, one that Michael had no interest in finding out as he took a seat on the somewhat high chairs. The green swamp lizard came from the back, dressed in a blue suit this time to keep with the trend of looking good but also keeping some variety, "Ribs are ready pardner--hello? What's this?", he said putting down a plate of freshly made BBQ ribs to notice an unfamiliar face. It was even more interesting that the face was very obscured, as if to hide something.

Though honestly in this town, everyone has something to hide, so he paid it no mind, "Howdy sir. Pleasure to have ya here. Anything I can get'cha?", he asked, handing a menu to the human who took it with a quiet nod. The croc a few chairs away was chewing both the meat, and the bone in a loud crunchy fashion, peeking over to see the pipsqueak not too far from him. Michael decided to get a drink, something simple to wet his whistle while also hoping to get some info, "I'll have...the apple juice...on the rocks please.", he said in a low tone, the croc biting through the bone with a sudden loud snap while Lager acknowledged the request, happy to see that someone asked for a non alcoholic drink for a change.

"juice...?..hell..", he thought angrily to himself, annoyed by what he assumed to be a bounty hunter of some kind ordering a child's drink. Being the last day of the year, everyone was anticipating the updated bounty board and get an early start on claiming the prize. Michael got out a coin from his pocket, placing it on the table once Lager returned with a large glass cup of cider, "Thank you. Keep the change.", said the dragoon, lowering his scarf and taking a sip of the sweet drink. Lager saw it was a coin of 500 Kash, while his drink was merely 250, "Right-o pardner. Thank ya kindly. Not often we get a human around these parts...lookin for somethin?", he asked, being somewhat curious at the rare species coming by.

Lager saw that the drink was finished quickly, looking to see that the human had red pupils which was also odd, "That was..really good. Though...I kinda am. You're Lager Droxil right?", asked Michael in response, the swamp lizard raising an eyebrow while taking the finished cup from the human. To use his full name, this human was sent by someone to find him, making him a little bit suspicious, "Hmm...so there is a reason why you're here. I assume you have a hankerin for info?", questioned Lager, cleaning the cup with a santized rag and resting against the rum rack behind him. The croc once more glanced over, his claws crushing a bone upon hearing the subtle and somewhat respectful tone in the human's voice.

"Yes...I was hoping if you knew anything on N.D., and what he could be planning with a new army I hear he's building?", inquired the dragoon, a question that he was asked quite a few times. Least it wasn't anything too sensitive, and given how respectful this human was, he could probably get a good price for it, "That depends...I think I may pardner. For juicy info, ya need to pay the toll first...understand?", countered Lager, Michael giving a nod and reaching into his pocket to pull out a small leather bag full of coins, "It's not alot...but I only have 11500 kash left. Is that good enough?"

Lager gave a smirk, putting the cup down and taking the bag to count the money. Normally he would charge half that much for something that wasn't too important, knowing that the army N.D. was building had only one purpose, and stopping his business nor affecting him directly was not it, "Hmm...this is a bit...lacking...but since you're a nice kid, I'll tell ya what I know. N.D. indeed is making a new army, specifically to kill the dragoons like Eurasia or Ruru. Though it has been...very costly on his end. I only know that it's something to do with an ancient weapon he unearthed a few months back...and he's making it in a secret location. Unfortunately that's all I know...though..", explained Lager, something else coming to mind, though unsure if it had any relevance to this human's question.

"Been hearing a rumor that...the same day that factory or what-not began...the dragon population began to dropping faster than a rattle snake biting a carrot. For a bonus tip pardner, I reckon you should look into that.", added in the swamp lizard, feeling generous for his well behaved customer. Michael was surprised to hear that info, not hearing anything about that before from Abu, though like Lager, he probably thought it had no connection to the current issue at hand. That information was a good start, considering going back now as there wasn't much else he was told by Abu to ask, "I see...thank you very much Lager.", thanked the dragoon, about to leave his chair until he was grabbed by the side by the intimidating croc sitting beside him.

"Oi, leavin' so soon? Hyar, haf t'other on me! Lager, git him t'other cider on th' rocks!", he said with a big smile, that gruff voice making the offer sound less enticing. Though his kindness seemed sincere, that gruff, mean, southern accent underminded what looked like a kind guesture. The mission was done, so he wasn't sure if staying was a good idea, but to turn down an offer like that may be rude, "Umm...oh alright. That's cool of you to offer. Thank you.", said Michael in a respectful tone, the dark blue green cock twitching an eye ridge. Lager was skeptical, knowing his customers well enough to show concern, for the sudden change in his demeanor, "...Don't do anything funny, ya hear?", ordered the owner lizard, going to the back and getting a refill for his human clientele.

"Har, mighty funny. Quite th' joker he is. Ev'ryone hyar knows thet Billy Joe is allus friendly! Even t'scaleless small hoomins.", laughed the croc, patting the human on the back fairly hard, making Michael lean forward and grunt slightly. The whole bar laughed and raised their cups to him, all smirking after turning away, knowing what was coming next. A few were considering stopping what was going to happen, but considering that Billy was one of the strongest crocs around, it wouldn't end well for them. The dragoon shook his head, and gave a nod, seeing Lager return with a 40 oz filled cup of chilled apple goodness. Billy raised his cup of Moonlight Shine and offered a toast, "Nothin' like a fine meal an' spirit water t'git th' mood gwine! Cheers!"

Everyone all raised their cups and beer cans and toasted to the good times, with the only human doing so with the croc, "Cheers!", shouted Michael, along with the whole bar, sipping down the juice. The flavor was sweet and the temperature was just right, chilling him to the bone. Though he was so focused on the drink, he let his guard down, feeling the croc's hand move and grab the back of his head, "Wait, BILLY!", shouted Lager, having to move out the way once the human was forced face first into the counter, the wooden frame unable to be a match for the raw physical power of the croc. The glass cup shattered onto the human's face, Billy having to kneel down to rub his victim's face against the floor, before ripping away the hood and holding it up for all to see. There was a dead silence for a moment, the wind blowing in and shaking the wooden doors before the croc gave a loud hiss of victory, "This hyar is why hoomins is not welcome hyar. They're weak, stoopid, an' an eyeso'e! How c'd yo' stomach him Lager? Enny mo'e an' ah w'd've jest bit his haid off!", he remarked, spitting on the back of the human. Everyone cheered for Billy doing what he did best, with a few feeling sorry for the human who just had bad luck coming to town today.

Lager growled and walked around to the front counter, looking up at the croc, "What the hell, Billy. You didn't have to kill the little guy! And my bar!....better have the money to pay for this!", he shouted, Billy simply laughing and patting him on the shoulder, "Relax, yo' knows ah do. Jest fry me up some mo'e ribs. Human ribs is a delicacy, but hard t'git wif all th' laws proteckin' them, dawgone it.", he responded, still somewhat hungry and now feeling the rush of the kill. The swamp lizard merely sighed, hate having to deal with the nonsense of strong guys. Cooking human wasn't his strong suit either, though he had to do something about the body, "Alright alright.....just...?!", groaned Lager, before looking shocked at something.

Billy tilted his head, before turning around when he heard the sound of something moving on the creaky wooden floor. The supposedly dead human had gotten up, rubbing the back of his head and wiping the debris from his hair, "That...was not cool. Was it something I said?", he asked while looking at the croc, everyone in the bar dead silent from the shock that anyone got up from Billy's famous face first finisher. The red hair was quite bright, making Lager think for a moment as it seemed familar, "How in the tarnation...wait...that red hair...and the fact that you're not even scratched...THAT'S EURASIA!", yelled the swamp lizard, getting quite a bit of gasps, but immediately causing everyone to unsheathe their guns.

It was only now that Michael realized that the top of his hood had been ripped off, leaving his indentity exposed, "Ah crud...", remarked the dragoon, the croc grabbing his boomstick which had fallen to the floor after destroying the counter. He quickly cocked it and smirked, Lager quickly running to the kitchen to avoid the oncoming blood bath, "Ah knowed ah didn't like yo'...but whut is th' chances...thet 300 million Kash fallin' into mah lap. Ten percent t'whoevah he'ps me brin' him in!", he yelled, rallying up everyone in the bar for a good ole fashion hootanny hunt.