[hr][center][h1][color=#663399]Zain Anders[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

Zain sat himself up after Ratface disconnected the phone call. He was a shitstain of a man, but at least he paid what he said he would. Zain had been bent over and smacked around too many times — and not in the fun way — when it came to people scamming him on bits he was owed.

All three jobs intrigued Zain, but the one in his own backyard called to him the most today. Cleaning himself off from the night before, Zain dressed in his leather gear, strapping a weapons belt around his waist and thigh before he headed from his crappy apartment.

His clothes were well worn by him and others, which was fine by Zain because it meant he could throw his bulk around easily. Zain hit the streets and started his hunt for Sprocket.

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