Buck Hughes, his fit frame covered in a faded tropical shirt, stood at the bar, sipping a lukewarm beer. The dim room was hazy with smoke, the cheap fluorescent lights illuminating the scattered tables. Little cockroaches were running around on the floor and a shady looking gang was playing card. Classic Badtown.

As the heavy bar door opened, Buck's gaze shifted, noticing a figure entering the bar. He squinted, his gaze fixing on the newcomer, sizing them up. "New blood, ay?" he grumbled, the sound barely heard over the blaring latin music.