[center][h2][color=#20B2AA]Zach Kozel:[/color]
[color=goldenrod]Denver Alley[/color][/h2][/center]
"Afraid I don't know this Necro one bit."

Without thinking Zach nodded, looking between the two, before settling his eyes on the doctor. He treated the two monkeys who moments ago were attempting to kill Zach, and it was absolutely disgusting. He shook his head, and stared up at the sky, clearly peeved. The good doctor, slightly pissedly, decided to hold court on the PRT's methods

[color=lightcoral]"How stupid can you be? Do you have any idea what will happen if you go around killing as a Para? The protectorate or the response teams will come down on you like ton of shit. I guarantee that they do not care if you are killing Community thugs or innocents. Ill fight them when the time comes but i don't need some young punk to bring them down on me--"[/color]

The man broke into a coughing fit as a another spook joined the congregation. Necro told the mysterious stranger to enter the alley, then asked for Zach's name. A frown spread, and Zach resisted the urge to attack the man. He responded with a tone that could only be described as icy. 

[color=#00b200][b]”I'm not telling you my name, and just by the way do you really think the PRT gives a single solitary fuck about people like this piece of shit? Children are dying in the streets, people murdered and mugged every day, people not as lucky as I am. But you want to waste medical supplies on this man; you don't even want to turn him in, are you actually loonie?”[/b][/color]