A low growl that could give a angry Night Stalker a run for its caps rumbled out of Mordecai's stomach. The boy barely out of his teens clenched his gut as he dragged his feet over the dusty roads of this crime ridden town. Sweat ran down his head as the sun beat down on his head and he looked desperately for anyplace that he could get his hands on some food. It wasn't long until he found himself at the board everyone in town posted their offers on. He had been there a few times before, he took some small jobs like fixing a busted radio or some pipes that busted in the water treatment plant so he would have some caps. But what caught his eye this time was a flier that stated a free meal and a bed. His gloved hand quickly snatched up the flier and his one sickly green eye looked it over in detail. [color=82ca9d]"Mercenary group..."[/color] The teen mumbled as he considered. He was definitely not a fighter and leg work was kind of out of the question, but a free meal and the pay seemed good... Another growl escaped Mordecai's belly that basically settled the matter. [color=82ca9d]"Every team needs somebody with brains."[/color] He said as he started off towards the bar.

Mordecai walked through the make shift door of the Swooning Cazador, his eye quickly adjusting to the lack of light. He scanned over the buildings occupants and decided that the man he wanted to talk to had to be the one sitting with the young girl. A slight grimace came to Mordecai's face as the endless possibilities of what the man and girl's relationship was rushed into his mind, even with his short time in the wastes most of those possibilities were quite dark, never the less Mordecai made his way to the two. When he reached their table he stood with a perfect posture before looking to the man and speaking in a simple inquisitive voice. [color=82ca9d]"Jacobson?"[/color]