[color=steelblue] "Fair enough," [/color] Dallen said and coughed, cleared his throat, then took another hit from his cigarette.  [color=steelblue] "Rule number one, never stay in one place for to long.  You never know if-" [/color]

Dallen cut himself off at the feeling of the stranger's hand touching him.  He noticed the man's bible at his hip before anything, as he grabbed a nearby chair and joined the table.  A young girl did the same.  

Brooks said “You must be the fine fella’ Donna’ hired. Now I don’t know what your job is, nore do I need to know. However the lady’s gettin’ impatient so i’m gonna’ need to go back knowin’ what the status on that is.” 

[color=steelblue] "Donna's hiring kind of young," [/color] Dallen said, looking at the girl who already seemed transfixed on Annelise's weapon.  [color=steelblue] "Jobs done, as of just a few seconds ago." [/color]  He looked over at Annelise as he said that, giving her a hint as to what he does.  If she didn't know already, she was going to really quickly.  He turned his attention back to Brooks.  [color=steelblue] "Donna needs to work on her patience.  We were heading that way anyway, you can join if you like." [/color]

Dallen finished his cigarette, ashing it out in a tray, then immediately pulled out another and lit it up to smoke along the way to the Shark Club.  A gunshot could be heard outside, somewhere in the city.  Nothing new, this town was a warzone.  

[color=steelblue] "Shall we?" [/color] Dallen said as he got up and headed toward the outside.  

In a place like New Reno, mercenaries were seemingly everywhere. Most of the time Dallen found himself having to kill them, depending on the situation.  It was nice for a change to run in to some without violence starting, however it was still early.  Such were signs of experience and professionalism, something Dallen felt had been starting to fade away from the modern day merc.  These were also the types one could use on their side if needing a bigger task done, such as clearing out the camp outside of New Reno and saving the Pagans.  The girl, however, was another matter.  'Probably his daughter', he thought.  

[color=steelblue] "How much is she paying you to find me?" [/color] he asked Brooks, as he made his way toward the exit.