“Howdy there, pretty lil’ lady. Names Striker”

He lent out his hand towards you, a piece of hay hanging down from his toothy and sharp grin that he was giving towards you. Since you now worked for Crimson, your partner was Striker; sure it seemed like a good idea to have a so called ‘partner in crime’ but damn did he hate it.

Striker never liked working with people, he would always call them fools for never working well with him or mess up something on a mission.