[h1][color=orange][center]Scorpio McRae[/center][/color][/h1]
“Toooony, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal.” Graham turned to the human Swiss army knife. “What’s the uh...whole sleeping situation around these parts? Do we just pick a bush? Or are we all in a big ol’ room, Full Metal Jacket style? If we need tents, I think I’m shit outta luck. Actually, if we need anything, I’m shit outta luck.”

Scorpio grinned. He liked this kid already, the way he rambled him reminded him of his little sister Valerica when she was on a roll. 

[color=orange]"I might have a lot of stuff in me pack, but ye can bet I sure as feck didn't bring anything like what this guy,"[/color] he jerked his head at Graham playfully. [color=orange]"Is talking about. Camping I can do, just not without gear."[/color] He dropped his pack and rolled his shoulders with a groan. That backpack may be small, but the way he packed everything made it possible to carry a lot.

[color=orange] "Bloody hell, that thing starts to really hurt after a few thousand miles,"[/color] He grimaced when his shoulder cracked. [color=orange]"Ay, mate, what's your name? And what kind of powers do ye have? I've never met anyone else with powers til now."[/color] He asked Graham as he bent down to open his pack and pull out a titanium chain with a black scorpion on it. it was a gift from Ivan for his sixteenth birthday, before he died a few months later. He always kept it with him. He clipped it on and rotated the scorpion so the clap of the chain was in the back. Then he closed the pack and stood up, slinging it across his chest again.