[i]The armored man shrugged, causing the plates on his shoulders to shift and clink together softly.[/i] “Don’t really see a reason to. But it’s nice, ya know. Actually seeing legit soldiers as opposed to fuсkin’ knights or seven-foot super soldiers.” [i]Boogie held the same annoyance in his metallic voice towards the Trayvens and Rubicon. He specifically loathed them for the fact that they seemed to act as if they own the place.[/i] “Don’t really see a reason to control this place, either. All it is is a buncha Thaumaturges and your occasional crazed gunman. Only real profit I see from Takatai are its natural resources and maybe a merc or two.” [i]The man seemed to be quite expressive of his opinion, as he gestured with his hands as he spoke.[/i] “So what brings you here, if ya don’t mind me askin’?” [i]The man held a strange accent. It wasn’t entirely southern. It was more of someone who grew up in the South, but knew how to speak properly when he had to. [/i]

“I’m here on orders from my higher-ups. I don’t do a lot of questioning them, considering they sign the paychecks.” [i]Sidewinder said with a laugh. Truth be told, he really wasn’t too terribly sure of what they saw in Tatakai, but he was being paid well, so what did it matter?Killing was his business and in the Dojo it was usually good. Plus, there was good money in selling guns.[/i]

“Yeah, I hear ya.” [i]Boogie was in somewhat of a similar situation. In fact, he had be in such a situation for most of his career as a soldier. Going into places you didn’t know, seeing things you couldn’t understand, even killing things you’ve only heard through myth and legend was all part of his paycheck. Now, he was stranded. In a strange world that defied everything he had been taught. But hey, in the time he was contracted, he was paid gregariously. Now, he jumped around picking up bounties where he could.[/i] “So your higher-ups, they take hired guns? That’s assumin’ I’m not talking to one.”

“Pal I got orders to pick up whoever and whatever I need to do my job. So in other words, yeah.” [i]Sidewinder replied, his convoy continuing into Dojoville.[/i]

[i]Boogie kept pace, each footstep a clash of metal and road. [/i] “Well, you can call me Boogie. Short for Boogeyman. Long for Boog.” [i]He chuckled spritely.[/i]

“Boogie Man...” [i]He chuckled at his own joke, but it was good enough. Simple callsign, mildly intimidating, and the guy looked half-intelligent. That was pretty much all he needed.[/i] “Alright, Boogie. I got work for you already. You wanna do me a favor and do a little recon for me, get me what you can on all the big players on the field? Pull a Bill Belicheck and steal some playbooks for me?”