[b]"That's close enough..."[/b]

Carter held out the wooden stick he'd been using as a cane, pointing it directly at the man's chest as he looked him over. The man looked like he'd been on the move for a few months at the very least. His clothing was worn, his shirt sporting holes and stains and his jeans thoroughly frayed at the bottom. His shoes looked as if they were about to fall apart at the seams. Even the man's expressions was one of weariness... or perhaps it was caution. His face was framed by the muddled strands of his dirty blonde hair making it hard to tell the difference.

[b]"You've a large pair waltzing up to us alone like that..."[/b] Carter tilted the stick a little to the man's left pointing the end at Clover who was now standing a handful of feet behind him. She had her pistol trained on the back of his head and was standing far enough away from her target that if he were to try something, she could easily plant a bullet in his skull. [b]"Don't know if you're just confident or extremely stupid."[/b]

[b]"I'm going to need you to drop the crowbar... and the pack."[/b] Clover voice was soft but there was a hint of assertiveness in every word.