The bar was loud and full of life, nameless faces filled the bar. you never thought the night would turn out like this.. you were sitting at the end bar stool, lost in thought with your drink in front of you, you were already a drink too deep and it seemed like a normal lonely night in Nevada, as you take another long sip of your drink, someone sat down next to you..none other then the sheriff, and no doubt the auditor, and phobs close behind.

"I'll have some ale please."

the sheriff spoke to the bartender, glancing at you, you knew why he was here, you were a damn good mercenary. good at what you did but so damn hard to find. almost impossible. your help would be incredibly useful to project nexus. they had been tracking you for weeks. originally you thought they were trying to kill you. suddenly Phobs slid himself into the bar stool next to you, a cold expression on his face.