Phil held up his hands in mock surrender, damn, though he supposed that he had has his question answered, he knew the rules now, He hadn't intended to do any "Deathsquad shit" as it had been put, but frankly this whole thing had been a little too "black-ops" when explained to him, still he was glad he knew where he stood. Phil adjusted his hat a bit with his right hand, and jerked around a bit with his left, he just couldn't get comfortable with this thing, no matter which way he turned or shifted.

Reaching out to take another sip of his coffee, Phil used the moment that Moore walked into the room to size up the late-comer who'd also gotten chewed out, difference was that his had happened the moment he had walked in the door, enough to put anyone off their game. What was strange was that it barely seemed to phase the new guy, Phil smirked at that, he liked someone with a little backbone. The guy was tall, thin facial hair, the type you'd see in an old pirate movie or summat, short nondescript hair, but otherwise built pretty well, hard but kind features, like a Preacher givin some stern advice to a somewhat mischievous youngster. That didn't mean the man didn't know what he was doing, in fact in Phil's experience, the more someone looked like you could underestimate, the more dangerous it was to do so. The way he talked, and the way his arm clinked, Phil figure'd they probably had sumthin' in common. But it was then that the man made his speech, so his thoughts were cut off as he listened.

Phil listened, and then laughed, this guy sure was something. What exactly he was Phil wasn’t sure, but whatever it was that he was, Phil liked it. Phil kicked the chair next to him in front of the speaker, a clear invitation to sit down, [color=0054a6] “Buddy a mine’s up north and got a lead that might be right up your alley, friend”[/color] Phil added calmly.

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